Dehumanation
Dehumanation - The Art Of Homicide (a Trochaic) lyrics
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found alone: stripped, beaten - sliced beyond ID six days dead, drawing flies missing toes and teeth maggots had begun to boil underneath her face beetles fucked and shit in her hair and dined on the decay dined on the decay sun spilled down on her breasts: livid, turning blue crucifix between her legs seems was jammed straight through innards stretched from her waist, wrapped around her neck perfect lust in her life perfect art in death