Bordello For The Dead by Labyrinthe
The stench of death fills the air
Vile discrepentcies lay lifeless all around me
I crave thier rotten flesh and sunken hollowed eyes
their mortal holes were created for my plunder
I must feel liberated in thier defication
Another absent corpse my urges will consume
Whores lay wasted, maggots laced inside thier lungs
My waiting hour is finally at hand
Seperating their limbs from each other
penetration without lubercation
these hallow walls hold all my secrets
while I feast upon the dead
Blood covers my waist
as I force feed their cunt my lust
purification in the guilt excurding from my joy
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