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Lips drip venomous saliva trails
Onto a painted face gouged with sharpened talons
His hidden museum of sins of the flesh
An audience just for him, painted puppets with empty eye sockets
They applaud with the creaking of cold flesh in summer

rotting flesh's putrid stench his sweet perfume
tearing strips of rancid meat to lick with relish
Insane eyes weep with glee smearing gray paint on alabaster cheeks
vital organs left decaying on rotting boards,
Slip and slide on torn umbilical cords
intestines strewn across the room as perverted decoration
The babies in moldy cribs twitch with maggots
faeces spilled in final terror splatter broken walls and floors
Smiley faces painted in dried blood on the ceiling

Pretty girls with chewed off nipples and straight razor smiles
rotting flesh plastered on rusting chains suspended from rafters
lips sewn shut and torn with stitches to stop final screams
Old semen on blood-encrusted hair, the bitch begged for it
Mommy dearest in a tattered robe, she is his favorite guest of all
"one more" is all he hears, though the killing is never done
Mouths open in eternal screams he can hardly wait for the next scene

entrails slide down matted fur
brushing against her arms as he thrusts it at her
a gift of love, lust and trust, rejected with a scream
Now here she lies, a member of his death scene,
decapitated head cradled in his arms
he rocks it in a sickened illusion of love,
Cooing sweet nothings in cold, dead ears
mercury semen staining brightly coloured, stinking clothes

He capers, a demon made of earthly flesh
Vicious smiles and beautiful lies to maim and maul
Wallowing in the afterbirth of the chaos he has wrought
to roam the deep dark alleys amongst the rot of the fair
He smells life, he longs for their despair
A rainbow wig to hide the monster
eyes glint like steel thirsting for lust of death
He clings to their last breath