Piece by bloody piece
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Entered into my sanguinary receptacle
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Your fragments turned to ground beef
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Bones crushed and crunched into skeletal splinters
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A cubicle of soul-numbing terror
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Implements within turn pepole into scarlet mulch
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A contraption created from my maniacal mind
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Bodies at my disposal, god I love to grind
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The grindbox, a carnage carton
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A device to hellishly butcher
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Pushing your morsels inside the cube
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I am peppered with a crimson spray
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Grinding razors thirst for your substance
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Reducing your strucrure to minced scraps
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Your assemblage horrible masticated
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Entire anatomy horrendously grated
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Grinding continues, the box is starved
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Your whole being incised, sliced and carved
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Grindbox
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| Broken Hope |
