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Breakfast at the Manchester Morgue

Returned from the hunt, armed to the teeth

Return triumphant to my village, my village is asleep

The cool night air inspires me, my lust I can't control

I select a captured mate in silence, to the altar we go...

I like to eat pussy, I like to eat fish

I'd like to eat your entrails, this cannibal's favorite dish

You are my bestrode, my white blond queen

I lie you to wall of wrote and make love to your spleen!

Your mine forever, you breathe your last

Ritual marriage, my love for you is cast

Our union consume-mated, your organs I stick

Your blood in my mouth, your blood on my prick

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