The Face of Death - Putrid Pile

I know that you don’t want it.

But that doesn’t deter me from my objective.

In my cross-hairs for such a long time.

Routine memorized to benefit me.

You don’t have time to pray.

As you’re suddenly snatched away.

From the nightly walk you’ve traveled so many times before.

Tear away your clothes while hand covers hole.

I don’t need you to alert anyone.

Shedding tears of fear, violations here.

Your dry cunt makes me come with ease… ease.

I am the face of death!

I alone have sealed your fate.

I am the face of death!

Slowly slip away from me.

Dead and abandoned in the bushes.

Your only purpose was to relieve me.

Relieve the pressure from my loins.

Conceited cunting whore.