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I follow the scent, I can smell your fear
My instruments ache as I draw ever near
Licking my lips in anticipation
The passion of perverse interrogation
What fresh hell will I put you through
Your body a canvas for me to design
Some time on the rack might loosen your tongue
Admit this battle has already been won

Tell me the names of the infidels who defy the faith
Scream out the name of the true God

Struggling is useless, resist if you must
But nothing will ever sate the inquisitor's lust

Carving out the eyes of the non-believers
Silence the voice of the great deceiver
I'm impressed you endure but you will confess
Time has no meaning when pain is the cleanser
You beg me to stop but I pursue with fervor

Tell me the names of the infidels who defy the faith
Scream out the name of the true God
I'm erect in his providence

Your will to live, extinguished into ash
You beg for death, a wish I will not grant
I'll bleed you dry, I'll suck the white out of your eyes
I'll win, you'll break, there'll be nothing for me to take

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from Appalling​/​Hoboknife, released May 1, 2020

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