Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
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With the broken bottle in my hand I cut her arse like fudge
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Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
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As violent pain and agony tickles up her spine
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He laughs and licks his lips as her bowels drop on the floor
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Watching as she floods the ground with putrid grime and gore
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The pain inside it gets too much, his victim passes out
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He stamps and hits and batters hard nad kicks her while she's down
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Rectal rape with splintered glass
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pushed with force up the victims arse
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Razor slices need to be stitched
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as the arse cheeks split to bits
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Feeling numb, beaten, abused
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Lying still. after being abused
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Fuck...Your...Arse...With broken glass
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Fuck your arse with broken glass
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These sick pleasures people find
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>From raping people from behind
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Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
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Bottle in my hand, I cut her arse like fudge
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Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
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Pain and agony tickles up her broken spine
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Fuck...Your...Arse...With broken glass
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Fuck your arse with broken glass
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Fuck Your Arse With Broken Glass
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| Gorerotted |
