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sick

she came to my door,

fist hits her face,

she hits the floor,

shes out cold,

her legs i grab hold,

take her clothes off,

she lies there naked,

i strap her to a table,

mentally unstable,

i pick up my scissors,

the room is dimly lit,

i open her legs,

and cut off her clit,

the screams as she wakes,

the blood on my face,

as i lick up her blood,

like a beautiful red flood,

i cut open her throat,

its a quick end,

her eyes roll back her necks broke,

i remove her head,

poor bitch is dead,

quickly i get hungry,

so i start eating her flesh,

before i do that i rape her body,

untie and bend over,

give it to her from behind,

i stoop for a moment just to remind,

myself of a question as i set her on fire,

get rid of the evidence quick,

i always as myself,

am i sick?.......
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