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All the Dread Magnificence of Perversity  |
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An Epiphanic Vomiting of Blood |
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And There Will Be More of Your Children Dead Tomorrow |
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Blood Drenched Altars |
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Blood Spills Out of Everything I Touch |
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Broken Fingers Point Upwards in Vain |
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Dawn Breaks Open Like a Wound That Bleeds Afresh |
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Destroying Is Creating |
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Devotion |
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Gazing At Me Through Tears of Urine |
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Knife... Martyr... Despair |
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L'ange qui annonce la fin du temps |
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Lijkvocht |
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My Body Is Not a Vessel, nor a Temple. It's a Repulsive Pile of Sickness |
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My Orifices Await Ravaging |
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Nihilism; Tied Up and Burning |
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Rife With Deep Teeth Marks |
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Sawn Asunder and Left for the Beasts |
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Teeth That Leer Like Open Graves |
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The Evening Wolves |
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The Gnostic Ritual Consumption of Semen As Embodiment of Wounds Teared in the Soul |
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The Sewer Rats of Calcutta |
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The Stench of Dead Horses On My Breath and the Vile of Existence in My Hands |
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The Urge to Participate in Butchery |
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Transition |
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Utter Futility of Creation |
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Verbrennt und Verflucht |
