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What colour is the inside of an iceberg?

Care for a little necrophilia? Hmm?

I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and mother
A ring of bright slaughter
I spat in the waters of life
That ran slick from the stabwounds in her

Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my cum choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through

Aah!
Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying for resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll

I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed their own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave

Counting my years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone

Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my cum choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

Horrorscopes My diorama
A twelve part psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow my house of cards
All turn up Death, her bleeding starts
In brute vermillion parts