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Along this table before me
Lies my tools of demise
the tools to cut your flesh, to operate
You are strapped down with chains
that cut and tear your skin
Unaware of your sick and twisted fate

I take my knife and start to cut off your skin to hide
my disfigured form of a wretched beast that
I have long denied

From your screams of pain, I gain pleasure that is
so intense ripping off your limbs to suck the marrow from your bones

Decapitate, remove the head to put it on my wall
No body part will go to waste for I consume it all

This grotesque butchery has only just begun
When this carving's over you'll be reduced to none

I take the intestine and start to chew
Smashing the brain into a pulpy goo

I start to shred your cartilidge tissue and muscle
Slicing off the genitals and cauterize the vessels

You have died a grusome death
You have now faced your fate
to be consumed by the beast

Blood splatters on the walls
Flooding the chamber halls
Now I go search for another prey


This grotesque butchery is coming to an end
You are consumed by me, no body part will go to waste

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