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Feral wrath unleashed upon ,
Tethered and restrained upon;
Writhing in pain and despair;
As they await their horrid fate.

Broken spines and slit veins,
Drained off the four humors;
Seeking solace on bloody ground,
lies fed to the starving bastards.

Thumbscrews and the judas cradle
was just tastier.
Dragged through slime, and dirt scorned,
Vice like vengeance,
not withhold, once killers,
now pleading for sweet death,
Pain in time; their only redemption
Left under a crimson sky,

Screaming in vain.
Calling out to oblivion.
Reaching out to their moronic elysium.
Vultures eye them.


(Meat on sticks.
Spines impaled,
Ribs broken,

Mundane web,
Fuels my lust.
Impending doom

Like burning pitch
on leper sores.
I thrust my dagger
Bleeding orifice.)x2
Bleeding orifice
Bleeding orifice
Bleeding orifice ……..

And jeer at their pitiful howls.
Carving flesh, and spilling blood ;
Organs torn inside apart
This virtuous rage is ….

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