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Morbid dreams
written by Genocide Reaper07:32 PM 2/15/05| Morbid dreams in my mind nightly, sleeping to the sounds of sex and violence. As it all goes down within my morbid mind silently. Morbid things surround me today, morbid life style of cutting open people, just like dissecting a fly. Simple. Savory. Sweet. Its morbid murder, a salvation. A Morbid scene all around, dead bodies and dismembered decomposing carcasses laid upon the ground. Pools of black blood, infected decaying skulls nailed to the walls built of wood. Selected homo-sapian specimen chained to the wooden bench. Chainsaw running, smoke escaping above from an open vent. Screams muffled by her own wadded panties stuff inside her mouth. Falling prey to a psychotic scene, that all was birthed in a morbid dream. To become the serial killer in which was foreseen. All the power in taking life, now the number one need. Inside of the clattered, near ruined water damaged house, that bares human skin for wall paper, and a rib cage as a hat holding coat rack. None of the victims will get what they once had back. And no, now that she's awake, and realizes what I'm about to take. Praying won't get her a break. A massive pile of putrid corpses rest in the basement, where the stench rises to the first floor's surface, a hidden horror in the attic, atrocious stories written in blood upon the walls. With several different decaying bodies abroad. Sexually tormented prostitutes locked away in each room of the house. Certain cavity tearing objects crammed into places never before thought of being seen. Each one of the whores have been anally reamed, and there cursed cunts fisted by a gauntlet baring arm. Spiked in there splits, and rammed in the ass. All these whores pad locked into this house. All with a mad man in love with nothing but his morbid dreams. |
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