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Happily married, bitches.
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卐 Sieg Heil 卐
I am a lover.
I am your cannibal.
I also like fruit.
I've been sustained on human flesh.
Your tears delight me.
I am territorial.
Once you pop, you just can't stop.
Art woos me.
http://master-macabre.deviantart.com/
I am an artist.
I have hardcore love for my Playstation 2
Laugh and the world will laugh with you; Weep and you weep alone.
Be careful where you die. I may be the one who is going to cut you open.
Betrayal, sat upon the end of a forked tongue.
The serpent vocalized from a familiar face.
One once hoped to love, tender was it laced.
Obsession was forged.
Cadenced hand in hand,
cheek to cheek,
into unsettled damnation.
Did we forsake ourselves with the taboo of fruit?
Instead of fruit we dine on hate.
Writhing in our fond fixation.
Always can we recall the face of the lone jackal.
At a time renewed in our belligerence,
crippling our final thoughts.
Blinded, how narrow minded.
Only cursory, but crass.
Taut till the skin tares from the beast’s face.
Agonizing is the metal,
that pierced it’s gamy hide.
Can we describe the pleasure?
It’s distorted features brought
When we dug our fingers,
into it’s vibrant, shaking orbs.
Oh still without it’s peepers,
it did manage to cry.
We can imagine how the salty tears stung;
in the maelstrom of pain.
Our toothy grin crept.
Disheveled our garbs.
In the endeavor caused by our antipathy.
Instead of hate we dine on the serpent’s flesh.
Courted, cherubs sing in a choir of gruesome;
to accompany in our first course.
Halting it’s lies,
We take from it, it’s tongue.
Lips locked in false allure.
But to taste the tainted.
Only awoke.
Our devil which laid inside.
Clamped on the fleshy organ.
Our whites pulling tight.
Protest with delight.
Foul it’s stench.
Feeling of succumbing.
Such in an unprofessional manner.
Our toothy grin stained.
Grew ever more.
Gargled uproar.
Overcome by a malicious throaty chuckle.
Our limbs not our own,
belong to our inducement.
As the piglet squealed.
Oh we delighted to hear.
The last of it’s strife.
When we eviscerate with sheers.
Cut through the thick skinned belly.
To dine upon it’s flaccid.
What choir were joined,
sung by the mourning of our beloved.
Looking through the reddened lens.
We can visit it shattering.
Our smile stuck,
with dipped brows.
Screams from our Judas.
We have ruined,
we have destroyed,
we have caused distraught.
We are delighted,
we are selfish,
we have devoured without reprimand.
Bridged to the truth, made from the teeth of the pig.
We know what dwells underneath the flesh.
Beneath the faulty tissue.
Beyond tangible knowledge.
We know why we delight in the serpent’s destruction.
We know the cause of our beloved’s distraught.
We know revenge.
- Sevy
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Anthropophagy
Journal of a necrophilia loving cannibal.
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I will show you I love you by eating your internal organs. Let your offal melt in my mouth like your favorite sweets.
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