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Morbid price to pay for a night of fun |
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A coathanger will get the job done |
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Piercing the life you let out a cry |
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Feel the blood run, feel your child die |
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A bloody pile of discharge flesh |
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In what you see as you face death |
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On the ground is the lifeless meat |
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Stillborn child lays at your feet |
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In shock from the pain you lay and bleed |
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Staring at the infant corpse you choke and heave |
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Death takes hold of your twisted brain |
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Slowly suffering as you die in pain |
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A bloody pile of discharge flesh |
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In what you see as you face death |
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On the ground is the lifeless meat |
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Stillborn child lays at your feet |
