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Death du Jour
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Harlot Deliverance
Acquittal is adultery for coitus on burial pile Hold up the torch exquisiten but cold seed still pours between hocks
Vacant's so adorn Futile to angle the fair flesh injudiciously; Merely adornable cloack for bones Rubbing against maggots nourishment Several hours to waste just to waste self
Attractive piercing fleshly aroma Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Blank mere than this unwrapped being Take eyes off behalf nausea but honour
Flesh and bones crumbled for amass Brains visible, salty blood drinkable Taste and masticate; Suitable and esteem Inloathsome
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