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You fucking bitch I slaughter you, testing all my dark ideas
sick shit I'm going down
Mors Ultima Ratio
Demons dancing around me telling incantations to let me die in my suffering
kill me it's too hard
You fucked her with no reasons "sorry it was her time to die"
perverse tortures you made, fucking hell she's not dead yet
you drink her pesky blood as you call it
It's time to pay your sick attitude
I hope you're not necrophobic,
no ways to turn you back
Mors Ultima Ratio
