Invain
Their rotting fleshTheir disgusting sins
What wonderful little play things they are
Base emotions
Watch them scream and cry
Their agonizing pleads wet with their heart's blood
Ripping their muscles, lapping at the wetness
Long elegent fingers stroking the lies
Nails plucking away the matted gummed skin
Watch as they scream
Swallow the poison
Watch as they drown
Let them die
Humans
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