Partisan Turbine Defleshed
Slowly peeling from the skull and eating every piece,
Battered and blood soaked,
Running down the gullet faster than the blood spilling from the spore,
Infested segments of each lay its perfect stench upon the tongue.
Aroused this beast they call I,
Mutilation from start to finish,
With the sensation of my cock ripping a hole through the flesh
And arranging the bits and pieces around the room,
Cleansing my violent hunger for filth and sodomy.
Nothing will ever stop me,
Cumming all over your face and tits ripping you apart harder after orgasm,
Believe me your f..cking dead,
With the carnage still continuing I rip and butcher your cunt,
Reaching in pulling out your entrails
