You'll never know what I've done. There's no witnesses.nNothing can touch me here, it's my church.nWomen and children they are my playthings,nworship their dead bodies, this is my church.nnIncision begins below the second rib.nThe flesh is so cold, the blade is thrust within.nHer organs removed; the smell it makes me sick,nand my dick gets so hard, it's in pain.nnYou become my fucktoy when the lights go out.nWith scalpel in hand I take your insides out.nIf you could only see the things that I've done...nIf you were alive you might think this' fun.nnFucked her cunt; lubricated with her own cold blood.nI grab her hair and it comes out in clumps.nFace frozen in a mask of eternal bleak terror,nmy madness has just begun...nnDeep thrusts compress, expel the foul, dead air.nMy nostrils inhale, my gag reflex takes hold.nSteaming puke sprays her face, fills her gaping dead mouth,nruns down her fucking neck.nnCan't explain my elation as I fuck this piece of meat..nI think of her family and the kid I'll never meet.nHer bowels now empty on the filthy floor,nand I come inside my Morguewhore.nnYou become my fucktoy when the lights go out.nWith scalpel in hand, I'll take your insides out.nIf you could only see the things that I've done,nif you were alive you might think this' fun.