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In the mind of the deranged

I see the mountains tall
Around my tiny cabin
I grab the silver blade
Ready to draw the blood
I start to use the dead
And conduct my experiments
My heart is void and empty
For these people are wretched scum

I explore their bodies
I cast my dark spells
I conjure up their flesh
And I’ll send them all the way, to, hell

I cast necrotic spells
I pay the devils toll
For he is my master
And will grant me my, evil, dead,

A new day is dawning
The gorgeous sun rises
I see a lonesome traveler
And I lure him to my home

Would you like some food
I made it just for you
Why don’t you stay a while
In my dark sacrificial den

You’re never getting out
You serve under me
I stabbed him 20 times
With my ebony knife

Trill section
The sounds of screaming echo
For I am one sick man
I forever will remain
Devoted to my craft

Fuck I hate myself
I reek of putrid flesh
I open up my veins
Just to feel some pain

I’m in pain
My arm is open

A new day dawns for me
I torture my subjects with my conjured bones
I'm resuscitating all my corpses
For we must control society

I hate my being
I want to join the corpses
Bathe in eternal
Undead hunger

I will make a noose
I deserve to suffer
For the pain i’ve caused the others
I need to die
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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