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Cry
my little angel, scream as loud as it goes, now I have your vocal cords.
Wine my little angel cry, as much as you can, soon your eyeballs will fill my glass container.
Just keep your mouth shut.

Your tender face, you do not like it when my finger touches your face?
Is the cold steel so uncomfortable on your cheek?
The day stretches out for you until eternity.
But unfortunately you have to stay, you're not my only pleasure, bitch.

Are you trying to move your legs?
It is probably a good thing that just in case your starting to miss your legs I hang them just in front of you on my meat hook. .
Do you miss them, why?

I wash my hands and look in the mirror.
My hair I shaved, your blood is only scattered on my cheek.
I drive with my hand across my cheek, smear it.
Sweet, full of iron, slightly bitter, I am beginning to tremble.
I have to relieve myself of this opportunity does not come very often.
The climax comes to early.

For this defect there is an explanation, but I see things not just as your.
I will only marginally excited when I see you. .
When I touch your skin and slowly push it ... and become one with the metal.. then I become one with the moment ...

The memory of you, secretly stored.
The fridge for your bones is dark.
This place is sacred and only serves me.
My satisfaction ... my passion is what others might not understand.
Without this relief, I would burst and we
would go crazy.

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

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