“Je me lance vers la gloire”…

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Her naked drugged up body…
Lies tied up on the bed…
Her eyes closed to the danger…
Not knowing what lies ahead…

He’s in the room there with her…
His eyes are dead and cold…
This moment’s been prepared for…
He knows how it will unfold…

In the middle of a warehouse…
A place that’s no longer in use…
No one will interrupt him…
As he begins to violate and abuse…

He likes the taste of power…
She’s in no position to resist…
He takes advantage of her body…
Every inch of her gets kissed…

But this isn’t purely sexual…
This is so much more than that…
The surgical tools around him…
Are more akin to mortal combat…

He wants to hear her suffer…
So waits till she’s awake…
And as fear floods her tired eyes…
Incisions he starts to make…

Cutting out her vital organs…
As she screams and pleads in pain…
One by one he carefully removes them…
And her heart he will retain…

The mind-set of a maniac…
Is simply out of all control…
By taking pieces from others…
He’s convinced it makes him whole…

Healing himself as he cuts…
Glory flowing through his veins…
As her torn and ripped up body…
Lies covered in lifeless bloodstains…

His need is never ending…
No one else would understand…
To him it all makes perfect sense…
His next victim is already planned…

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