I sit as tomorrow I die and today I will unburden my soul. These =



events have tortured me, and destroyed me. I can still hear her =



faint screams engulfed in the atmosphere around me. The stench of =



ammonia still encircles the room where her disemboweled corpse lies. =



One night returning home, much intoxicated, I fancied my wife to =



avoid me.

I seized her with the fury of a demon instantaneously possessed. I =



knew myself no longer. My original soul, at once to leave my body =



and a more fiendish malevolence, gin - nurtured, thrilled every =



fibre of my frame.

At an instant, I grabbed the knife from the kitchen and left an =



incision from ear to ear. In turn, her limp weak corpse fell =



instantaneously. I, in return having received much pleasure from the =



initial blow, had begun to cut into her abdomen. Once inside, I =



began exploring the regions of her innards. The warm blood still =



running, the warm blood still running down my hands is cold and =



damp.

I began to remove her intestines, stopping to take a little nibble =



or tow. Her uterus seems to mesmerize me as I bury my head into it =



and lose myself into a world of the subconscious. For now I know the =



many pleasures of my wife, and I will soon be joining her. (Solo: =



Hobbs)