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The Suicide Note Of The Cult


We've reached the final chapter, more tales written in blood. The final killing in process, sharpening tools relaxes the mind. Grotesque slaughters will unfold, a corpses secret's left untold. Scripts carelessly smeared with blood and the basement's decorated with blood.

My sordid acts will soon be seen. When i'm pleased, you'll be deceased!! Sadistic butchery is planned... rip your organs with my bare hands.

The screams from victims makes me laugh... Dismemberment isn't really that tough. Their voices running through my head and their mangled bodies on my bed! To feel the heart give it's final beat.. i desire for purulent meat. Biting hard into your flesh, blood is smothered on my chest.

With ease i maim and kill. My obsessions is a thrill. I carve my name on victims, Laugh with joy as innocnt blood spills. I run my hands across the bodies and i count them one by one. I bite into their faces... and tear it just for fun!

Skewering your eyeballs, my knife stabs into your neck. I break the jaws wide open, force my fist right down your neck! The carnage taped on film. Another production to my list. I spend the hours watching them over and over again.

I can't stop these brutal killings!! Uncontrollable habit of mine. The visions won't leave my mind!! It's getting too unbearable to think. The gore is haunting me! My brain is throbbing in pain! The pain and anguish that i inflict.

I have to stop these visions...

The killings has to end. As much as i love death.... I'll take my own life in the end.

WTN R.I.P 1998 - 2003


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