I sit as tomorrow I die and today I will unburden my soul. These =
events have tortured me, and destroyed me. I can still hear her =
faint screams engulfed in the atmosphere around me. The stench of =
ammonia still encircles the room where her disemboweled corpse lies. =
One night returning home, much intoxicated, I fancied my wife to =
avoid me.
I seized her with the fury of a demon instantaneously possessed. I =
knew myself no longer. My original soul, at once to leave my body =
and a more fiendish malevolence, gin - nurtured, thrilled every =
fibre of my frame.
At an instant, I grabbed the knife from the kitchen and left an =
incision from ear to ear. In turn, her limp weak corpse fell =
instantaneously. I, in return having received much pleasure from the =
initial blow, had begun to cut into her abdomen. Once inside, I =
began exploring the regions of her innards. The warm blood still =
running, the warm blood still running down my hands is cold and =
damp.
I began to remove her intestines, stopping to take a little nibble =
or tow. Her uterus seems to mesmerize me as I bury my head into it =
and lose myself into a world of the subconscious. For now I know the =
many pleasures of my wife, and I will soon be joining her. (Solo: =
Hobbs)
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