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My Body sink in formalin
My spirit walks in sin
My thirst for innocent souls
I satisfy in the morgue.

The poor man chosen me
and got my body out
my blind eyes looked him
my spirit was behind

His tremulous hands upon me
was holding shining scalpel
and senseless torn my torso
to get my innards out.

I wandered around the man
Making him to feel and see again
I put my immaterial hands on him
Whisper howling words so grim

The Man lost his scream
his eyes was so white
the scare filled his veins
The man collapsed

The scalpel hit the heart
but not without my help
His blood was hot and fresh
It wet my grey skinny flesh

Sublime satisfaction
my ghost was so calm
the victim’s body was here
next to main in formalin

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