letra de well of entrails - autopsy
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out past the twisted trees
is where i go to feed
a realm of grey gutwrench
where clouds of flies breed stench
the hole was dug long ago
by a freak sicker than i
the family curse ran deep
until i made them die
eviscerations
horrified looks in dying eyes
prayers unanswered
just a god of death
with a thirsty knife
collecting the harvests
discarding the rest
the precious entrails
are all that is left
down in the hole
for future feasts
to ripen and rot
morbid delicacies
the squeals of torment fill my mind
ancestral innards fill my t–th
kidneys, hearts and livers
intestines, stomachs and brains
fuel the supreme b-st-rd beast
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