Ed
Mother they call me the slaughter of Plainfield A ghoul, grave robbers who loves his mum More than anything else The most bizarre and brutal series of crimes I only did it for you and for me I'm the one with two faces One face is for the neighbours I'm the one with two faces One face is for the dead For the dead, for the dead Mother you raised me That I will not be like him Now I live my life Without addiction without sin Mother you raised me That I hate all these whores Since you are dead I collect them behind my doors In the night I take my shovel My love, my hate guides me Sometimes body parts Sometimes whole bodies Behind my door you are alive I'm the one With two faces One face is for the neighbours I'm the one with two faces One face is for the dead For the dead Mother they call me the slaughter of Plainfield A ghoul, grave robbers who loves his mum More than anything else The most bizarre and brutal series of crimes I only did it for you and for me For you and for me For me
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
I feel forgotten I lay down and rotten Once I gave all my love Maybe I was a little rough In your life I was the master The lady of disaster Queen mother of domination You are my abomination I raised you to a decent boy Your cock is not a little toy Now you are messing with these whores You drive around those porno stores You cannot stand its attraction They give you satisfaction Say you wear the mask for feel free This is the desire to feel me Dancing in a dress made of skin Sitting on a chair made of flesh Eating supper from a human skull Collecting bloody vaginas I raised you to a decent boy Your cock is not a little toy Now you are messing with these whores You drive around those porno stores You cannot stand its attraction They give you satisfaction Say you wear the mask for feel free This is the desire to feel me I feel forgotten I lay down and rotten Once I gave all my love Maybe I was a little rough In your life I was the master The lady of disaster Queen mother of domination You are my abomination
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
Eight o'clock in the evening We arrive at the farm No light in the house only fleshlights, an unpleasant smell in the air I scream I spring back Dead naked body without a head Hang on the ceiling, gutted like a deer Oh my god Satan is real We continue into the house, I try to be calm This place of evil, the bodyfarm Crime scene of horror I see a box inside human head Never seen before skull on bedposts Dishes made of bones, a bell made of nipples I have to vomit Masks made of skin, collections of vaginas God has failed, now you can feel, here in Plainfield Satan is real We continue into the house, I try to be calm This place of evil, the bodyfarm Crime scene... of horror
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
A day like any other She doesn't suspect anything bad She is a wife and she is a mother Her fate will turn to bad Then he comes in, his shy eyes An unpleasant smile on his face He seems determined, fear comes up, panic on top Now her last day His libido is on fire He decapitated and hangs up the body The body is opened with a knife Her innards splash down on the floor Sacrifice is going on tonight His libido is on fire There is only one reason For his hunting season She was the reason For his hunting season
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
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