Tomb Of The Putrid Piles Of Corpses

Smelly edor of decomposed
Corpses in an abandoned
Cemetery, dense fog supplies
The atmosphere, an unpleasant
Swamp and its victims decorating
Their misfortune, brutally murdered
Specters diambulate the place
Reliving their deaths within limbo
Repressed memories a sociopath
Fulfilling his fantasies, without empathy,
Without pain, hiding his being under
An unclean belief, illness,
Madness, bipolar, rebellious anxiety
Of insatiable bloodlust
Sex with the dead,
His semen spilled in decomposed guts
A thousand diseases,
No matter what his cadaverous harem
In a forgotten place, tasting and smelling
A decomposed pussy,
Anyone can be his next victim,
Fury when he watches a girl,
Inevitable sexual appetite,
Sick voices mental destruction,
Monsters inhabit this place since
Here he is in humanity's most
Despicable being, it's me!!!!!



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