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The meat which our shell surrounds tears when you hurt it.
The fingernail cuts a fine line between the particles.
A gap reached its perfect beauty.
The bones that support our case break when you bend them.
My pleasure is served with your rough skin.

Indirectly, I put my hand in position.
I’m starting to like it, when your breath wanders through my ear.
I want more.
Cold and felt a twitch, my blade catches your skin.

My thoughts are cold and somewhat disturbing, but do not worry, my love!
Your dead body I'll patterns accurately and refine.
The night is cold and long, so I have enough time for you ... the others are waiting.
My little toy, you'll be a fucking bitch.

The blood in your veins, I will make it a work of art.
Do you hear my voice?
They can`t hear you?
Everyone who has heard it is dead, slashed, dismembered!
Listen to me only while I gather your intestines.
Listen to me while I pull off your skin.
I smell your dirty piss!

My little artifact
I'm probably abnormal
A web of arteries
I`m caught in it
So now you can all see my disastrous massacre.

For me it’s enough to feel you.

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from New Breed of an uncurable Disease, released January 30, 2015

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