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Feeding on fear and femoral secretions
Caught in the act of psycho mutilation
What hell has brought this beast not a demon pure human. With his bloodshot eyes and cracked lips he takes the world for his. War poverty death and crime. Children dying in the street women layed beneath his feet. Animals hung and money burned. On this throne he breathes heavy, heaving...ribs pounding against skin. The land is barren, not grain or fruit to be had for he has taken all and poisoned the soil. Intellect of god and boredom of existence this game is fashioned. pit one against eachother and then reap the rewards. Physical existence destroyed and profits stolen. What fools must lie to themselves to believe in this life. This is not living it is complicit slavery, sexual thievery, mental vulgarity. Greasy palms slathered in blood and urine taking pleasure in rape and torture. Sport for which he champions there is nothing that can quench his thirst for domination. Hate crimes sexual crimes crimes against humanity, they have all been purged of their bodies and minds to continue this farce of life.

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from They Get Satisfaction From Our Pain, released September 13, 2019

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Pain Chain Taunton, Massachusetts

Words cannot express the true chaos of the mind.

I make noise to fill in the gaps.

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