Deep in the coffin,death prevails slowly awaiting rotting entrails naked cadaver,ready to mount open the mouth,go down for the count White and clammy,cold as ice f*** of death,will suffice bury my face in her stench of death kissing those lips without any breath Drain the blood from the neck into the macabre,nightly trek howl of the witch,flight of the bat sreaming from hell like a siamese cat
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