Virtue fell abused - My tortured childhood
The blood that stained - The wounds that remained

Adolescent hell - as my niece, I raped.
The pain received and never healed.

As I became a man - frost had fallen
My flower had withered - unto the cold and dark
Eccentric tastes seduce her - a child bearing whore
Her skin so fare - so ripe for the taking
Bound and gagged - I caress her fear
A blood soaked high - I feel so alive
Conscience is replaced - with rage and malice
Draining all my hatred through the funnel of revenge

Sentenced guilty by the law
Prison became my lonely home
Waiting in a cell for fifteen years
Planning my return
I will cleanse the world of infested whores
Patience waning
Devotion to my craft
Heralds the pride of my work

Den of perversion, lair of infliction
There's no escape from this temple of decay
His sick temptation for mutilation
Eleven corpses buried in shallow graves

Finally they let me go - I feel the darkness unfold
Reaching through my skin - to decay my blackened soul
Come be with me my sweet - I'll lay you in my garden
To be among the things that grow - and all the blood that flows
Lured in with false compassion - empty promises prevail
The stage is set and baited - a bondage master waiting
I'll decorate my crawlspace and basement with fresh graves
Of all the wretched whores forced to be my sex slaves

My favorite razor carves out a new smile
on her face from ear to ear
Drain her dry before the skin is removed
Cut away her pretty head
Her bones now litter my home
Her head kept in a bucket for later

Den of perversion, lair of infliction
There's no escape from this temple of decay
The sick temptations for mutilation
In Sowell's garden where rotting corpses lay.

Mutiny carves out the crew deep inside my mind
Personalities befriend me and then betray
As chaos collides, tragedy drowns out
What's left of my reason dementia fills the void.

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