Slicing, stabbing, hacking, maiming
Shredding, severing, rearranging
Mincing, dicing, mutilating
Surpassing mere dreams or masturbatings
Flowers of flesh and blood enthralling
Unruptured skin an empty easel appalling
Dismemberment is my expression, this weapon is my sex
Phallic my every thrust, gaining an entrance to the red
Your blood, your blood
Your blood is what I need
The sight, the smell, the taste of it
Beside myself with glee
Posing your body to humiliate
Beyond recognition, my knives perforate
Den of the picquerist
Den of the picquerist
Den of the picquerist
Den of the picquerist
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