Driven to psychosis, compelled to maim and mutilate Erect a compound to contain my victims Caged to be killed, final destination fertiliser Malice the catalyst, I commence to strike humanity Picking off people at random to fulfil my need To chop up their flesh, discard the remnants gruesomely
Worthless are human beings, their one and only redeeming quality Is the nutrition in their rotting body decomposition Heaping the hacked with intent to ferment, soaking the ground To make them fertile once more, death yields life
I'm going crazy, brazen are my actions, abducting people publicly Engulfed by malice with reckless abandon, keeping captive, the compost to be
Keeping them cooped up, waste them then place them in open air mass graves Chosen at random I crudely segment them, placed at the chopping block I am drenched with each blow, heap the hacked with intent to ferment The dead on display, allowing my captives a preview of their fate
Within weeks they will ripen, mulch ready to be processed Chunks fed to the wood chipper, liquified remains enrich the soil My captives I ensure they stay, removing knee caps, fingers and toes Nailing them to walls, suspended till I shall call upon them
First hack across the mouth, taking off the cranium
Twelve more hacks across the neck and chest, then the truncated torso is broken down Thrown in the pit to ferment among the liquid flesh, like pieces of shit in shallow graves Crunching of bone beneath blunt instruments, as fragments blast outward from ruptured skin Captives spectate, the next to be killed too weak to plead, with bloodlust I dismantle bodies in minutes
I kill people with no regard for the law, giving no thoughts towards being caught Without remorse I intend to continue killing Taking no care to conceal my identity, I head into town to abduct more people To meet the need for visceral mutilation Indifferent to potential consequences, hoarding humans for my harvest Indulging in dismemberment to satisfy the need Retching while rejoicing at the sight of slaughtered human rotting Tissue fermenting in piles of stagnate compost mulch
Masticated the human race Mangled human flesh compost my victims, kill to sustain my life Mangled human flesh compost my victims, eager to take your life Mangled human flesh compost my victims, so much hate for your kind Mangled human flesh compost my victims, feasting upon the weak Mangled human flesh compost my victims, butchered with no mercy
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