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From the flesh carved holes blood paints the ground

The last gasps of air the child takes screaming

Peace in the eyes of a mother bringing the knife down

The life she made, so easily she takes away

Tell me – tell me

Show me – show me

Teach me – teach me

Just how

Easily...

The murdered speak little with eyes wipde open

Blood pooling in motionless flesh

Death comes easy for those who don't value living

The stench of those forgotten

Frozen in unimaginable form

Never frsh, decomposing

The souls wells exposed

Epitomite of gore and sickness, sickened mind of horror

The lust for death, their last breath, you want nothing more

Thoughts plagued with endless darkness, ghastly every one

The dead, the blood, the filth, your favors have been done

Tell me all you have seen

Horrors

Sickness

Gore

Epitomite

I have seen the horrors you speak of

I have seen the sickness it brings

I have seen the gore you lust for

For I am seven19