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Delphine
03:10
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The husband is now dead
No one left to prevent
Now it's time to give in
To these intrusive thoughts that invade my head
The anticipation
The plotting has begun
Dissection and brutality await
I plan people's end
Since I was a kid
I've always craved the kill
Wild animals felt no grace
Warm innards in my hands
Fluids in my mouth
Their shit all over my face
Beloved one
Held me back
Bloodlust kept at bay
Now I'll be the one
To bring the reckoning
The motivation
Their life leaving their eyes
Empowered
Devour
The life force I despise
The five senses
Indulgence
My bucket list complete
Victims, time to bleed
Renovations
The torture room is set
My crotch is dripping wet
Daydreams of the killing and sadism now fill my head
Focal, the throne is complete
The sacrificial seat
Soon this basement will be filled with the sounds of their terror screams
Scheming while I'm creaming
Must acquire the tools
Catalyst for the bleeding
One last look at my accomplishment
Know it would upset the dead husband
But that fucker is around no more
So it's time for a trip to the hardware store
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Hardware Therapy
02:23
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The automatic
Doors open
And my eyes are filled with glee
Insurance check
In hand
Dead husband fund my shopping spree
Life has been frigid forever
From the cold shoulder aloof
So I journey to this hardware store
To buy some killing tools
On the left, some tools to bind
Duct tape and rope are mine
And on the right, some super glue
Seal their eyeballs shut or feed like stew
One aisle in
Creative juice is flowing
Like the grool from my snatch
And over here
Some gardening shears
That I can shove up their ass
Needle nose pliers for their uvula
Sledgehammer for some blunt force trauma
Copper pipe down their throat
Trash bags- viscera disposal
And now, my cart is fucking full
I have no self-control
Imagination running wild
Drillbits for cereal
Some lamp oil to ignite
Obvious, some fucking knives
Sandpaper to jerk them off until nothings left in sight
It's time for me to stop
And leave this ravaged shop
Enter the checkout line and the cashier's jaw drops
He starts to fucking sneer
Now his death draws closer near
He's just become the first
To satisfy the thirst
Plan some more
The time draws closer
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Nurtured By Hate
02:12
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Perverse
Parents molest and offer no care at all
The world
Callous and coarse
As I child I was doomed to fall
Peers
No kindness of course
Labeled a freak on sight
Segregate
Youth all alone
Mind flowing full with spite
Nurtured by hate
My fate
The people cultivate
My need for control
But it's out of reach
Know it's wrong
Inner turmoil
The lust grows strong
Kill creatures
For a taste
Back of mind I know my fate
Nurtured by hate
Anoint
I've reached the breaking point
Sick of them all
Constant scrutiny
Now they pay
Now they pay
Now they pay
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The final box on my mental checklist marked
Now it's time for the real fucking fun to start
Cashier from the hardware store turned prey
Nothing in between him and me
I plan
I stalk
Observe
In the zone no fucking nerves
His patterns
My plan
His face
Sautéed in a frying pan
The plot
Goes on for weeks
Having the time of my life
His futures looking bleak
Savor this first time
The feelings still fresh
Time for the real thrill
To bring this bitch his death
Time to kill
But something's wrong
Have a hunch
Evidence is strong
Before death
Husband planted seed
Plans now change
This fetus
A corpse to be
This new life that grows inside
FETICIDE
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Feticide Fort Wayne, Indiana
New school death metal out of the midwest with a hardcore ethos
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