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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?.......
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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