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A fresh corpse
Driven to the dissecting room
A victim of a brutal attack,
Identification is needed

A stomach is ripped,
Ripped by a blunt item,
An incision is straight and long
From a hearth to a vagina

Through the opened stomach sinus
Entrails are visible
A plenty of sedimented
Permeated through the out

Painful and slow,
Visibly never-ending
Excruciate and hopeless
Was this death

Now is laying - in the dissecting room
That poor victim - of a killer,
Now is laying - in the dissecting room,
Expired for the last time - is not living yeti

The face isn't identifiable
Incisions are overflowing with the blood,
There are a scale and horror in his eyes
From awaiting torturing

She's seen everything
What would be done to her
All his instruments,
His taste for killing

Why is it me,
Why shall i die
Why are you torturing me,
I want to live!

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