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Now that I have my trophy of your anatomy
Your stiff can be excised aberrantly
Convulsions transpire, your seeping suppuration
Our intimacy is arcane to culture
These ethics I contain in my arsenal of pleasure
Fail to be appreciated
Your proposition isn't good
My expectations don't meet yours
In due time I'll dictate your vile form
Into my incapable hands and claim you for my own!
You're born into these hands again!
Send the slut back to hell
Send the slut back to hell
Send the slut back to hell
Send the slut back to hell
Another whore to seek, to fondle and misuse
Back to the grave, to exhume again
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