Doxology-A Torn Soul~

Doxology-A Torn Soula pregnant Jane stepped into the slaughterhouse located on 13th street, bloody stench overwhelming a savage brutal butcher in white, she gave him a order 'hack the within my sinful body into pieces!' she's legs spread wide open, on the dissecting table the sharpened tool inserted and injected 'my atrocity dominates your inner flesh!' bitch Jane! blood runs cold throbbing heartwork petrified she remained just a deranged cadaver the butcher choked me, absolute pain my body mutilated into pieces, endless hunger there is no choice but tossing decapitated head, amputated limbs, raped soul into a black bag who has the authority to judge my sin who has the power of god inflict torture they must be don't feel pain and sadness fuck it fuck it Jane paid for the slaughter to the brutal soul ripper reproducing sacrificial victims with Jane's contribution swamped in the flood of pus and gore isolated in a bag full of parts full of disintergrated flesh