.Raped by the dead, bent over at the grave,
I attack from behind, and you drop your precious roses.
Your warmth rouses me, the hunger burns within
And I laugh at your screams as I tear away your clothing.
Man, Woman, means nothing to me,
I violate their holes, rape the living.
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