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presents
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The Sower Reaps
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by
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Centre Of Eternity : 615.552.5747 24/12
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Home Of Thrill Seeking, Society Endangering Perverted Satanists
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!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*
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Death turns me on.
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The terror...like hanging off a cliff with one hand that wants tolet go
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but can't...makes me hard. It's sexual. To me.
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I don't masturbate. I share an experience as erotic as dying, with
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someone else. Their eyes opened wide with fear...like those of a cow that
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somehow knows the club is for bashing its skull in...you can see a man's
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soul in his eyes, he won't tell you no lies...not as he dies.
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I'm purely homosexual. Women, they don't turn me on. They scream. I
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can't get hard when I have a headache.
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But a man...he tries to fight back. And as he lays there bleeding, and
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sees me as I Am, Sower of the Seeds of Death, he doesn't scream. He moans.
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Oh god, what a dreaful, soul rending moan it is! It's almost as good as
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his eyes...I have to strain to keep myself from climaxing when the Moan
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starts.
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I couldn't hold it back at first...not when I was virgin...My first time,
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a girl. A stupid, silly, screaming bitch. It turned me on the first
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time...after slitting her throat...watching her claw at the air, trying to
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grab some oxygen...shoving her head into the aquarium...she didn't know how
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to use her new found gills.
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Maybe the blood was hard to breathe.
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But I came too soon. Before I ever knifed her. Her eyes...they turned
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me on. I'd never seen such an exquisitely erotic look. She was scared.
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She knew she was gonna die.
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Didn't know if she was gonna be roasting marshmallows with the Red Man
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for all eternity. Didn't know if she believed in heaven.
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She converted. Quickly. Never heard the name Jesus called on so much at
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one time before.
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Someone knows they gonna die, they're Instant Christian.
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Like in the Inquisiton. Oh, those boys, ha!, they knew what they were
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about! Their god, he was weak, needed souls to satisfy his power lust.
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Millions of converts. Millions of sacrifices to a devil in a god's
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clothing.
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Me, I'm not so weak. Fuck Jesus. I hope I can remember to say that. I
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want my last sight to be of a Father looking like somebody shoved his Holy
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Sacrament right up his ass.
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They think this is punishment, this "death penalty." I'll probably come
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as I die. I hope they get it on film. I hope somebody's taking pictures.
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They wanted me to stay on death row for twenty or thirty years. I don't
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wanna die of old age. I told 'em to kill me now, while I was still young
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enough to get a hard on over it.
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They wait 20 years, I might learn to like the ass pumping that big black
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queer in the next cell gets such a kick out of. He tried it on me, he got a
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bigger kick than he expected.
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No man wanna have his balls bit off. No man.
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Shoulda seen the look in his eyes...he almost started the Moan...hell, if
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he'd done that I probably woulda bent over and spread my cheeks.
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The eyes...always the look in the eyes...it's intense. I never knew how
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it felt to look like that. So I had the Warden put a mirror in here. I
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wanna see my eyes as I die.
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See if they're filled with the terror-calm.
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The Warden and his bunch. I bother them. I make them very
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uncomfortable. See, we're not so different, they and I. They don't like it
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when they're little Jew wants to be thrown in the Oven.
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They want me to cry, to beg. To whimper.
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They want to hear the Moan.
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I'll moan, alright. I'll moan with the best orgasm I've ever known. I
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always wanted to die while having sex.
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They don't understand it. No man s'posed to wanna die, wanna die NOW.
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Man s'posed to wanna live long, get too old to get hard.
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But no. They're like me. They don't want that. Send the "damned
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System" to hell, these boys'd have daily executions for all their friends.
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Circle jerk, that's what it's all about. A bunch of queers getting their
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rocks off watching a man die.
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I know what it's like. There's alot of energy in the air...and not just
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from the chair. Male bonding, maybe. We all wanna see somebody die. Not
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on TV, that's impersonal and cold. Like phone sex or something.
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My problem was...I'm a nympho. I got horny. Got carried away. I had to
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cut back on sex. Didn't have it for awhile. Bastard in Gainesville caused
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some heat, had to slow down.
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Ain't healthy for a man to go without sex. Makes a man crazy. Ask the
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psychs. They'll tell ya.
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Tried to say I was insane. Tried to get me to go along with them, to
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keep me alive. Couldn't prove I was loony, except for wanting to die.
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I waived my right to live...A man should never pass up great sex.
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Man pass up sex, man gets horny.
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Hell, everything get a man horny.
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I got horny, went into a fraternity.
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I got 14 of the bastards. Woulda got 14, but that joe had a cunt with
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him...she screamed.
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So I left.
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And they narced. They're whyI sit in this Chair. The straps are kinky,
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I never thought of using them before. I've got the biggest hard-on of my
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life. I can see it in the mirror. I got a look in my eyes. I forgot to
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tell the preacher. They're gonna throw the switch.
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3..
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2..
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Death turns me on.
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(c)March 1991 Bloody Afterbirth and Toxic Shock
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