Another foggy morning has come, the stench of death is coming from the window I hear the sound of the role around their neck, it sounds like music to my ears Vultures with pieces of flesh in their mouths Flies all around the bodies, what a wonderful picture Another good morning, another good sightseeing Every day I touch their cold flesh, I want to feel their suffering I love the taste of the dead, I adore their blank eyes, the smell of decompose Every man behaves differently when they die, I love the excitement of someones Death I really enjoy the process of strangulation, I cut carefully some parts of them And I pull out their entrails This is the signature of my art, my unique hobby makes Neva unique person My list is getting bigger, day by day I hunt them down Becoming part of my collection I choose them randomly, I have bodies of all ages, everyone here had a personality Everyone here had a name, I hang them from a pole, I really like my yard full of them I have a unique collection, the sight of hanged men always makes my day Collecting hanged men is my addiction
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