Red broken lines on the skin
Of columns of human tortured
Backs. Each crack of a barbed whip
ripping flesh and fat. Pain pleasures
the darknesses dark Sinister grin.
Visions go black and waves of pain search.
Detached from the throbbing
their minds now into protection.
Inhuman screams carried but never
saved. The ground lubricated with guts
a putrefying smell invades.
A loud deep rumbling of a chainsaw
tissues removed as it cuts back and fourth.
your head and eyeballs are vibrating.
Its felt instantly as the nerve
Rips and body loosens, shakes.
Its hungry teeth wanting more.
Chips of bone sparked
with chunks of flesh on Satans
arena washed blood floor.
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