O most luscious cenobite,
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you wield your whip
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as though it were another appendage;
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Favor me with pleasure-pain,
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rip me with your claws
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Chew me with your saw-toothed cunt
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Dead eyes alive with darkness to match their sockets,
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they blaze with unmatched cruelty
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Leave those long thorns embedded in your scalp,
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They look stuck in far enough to hurt
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Hell's polyhedron has blessed you
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Your peerless beauty drips of sin
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In this time of configuration,
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blessed order shall prevail
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Two sides to the war on flesh
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Leviathan, who can't smile, beams
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Encased in leather as it is,
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I can't drink from your neck
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It shall remain its soft, cold, blue-white:
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I'll bind your pround breasts with barbed wire
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I wish to partake of their nectar... Is it pus?
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I might breach your zippers
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and open your face
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I might gag you with an urchin
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I long to hear a quiet sight escape
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your lovely lips as I bite your fettered, smooth thighs
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Love subverted, lust perverted
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Bitch-goddess Abigor´s pretty face
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can mask her suffering
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Make you worship both her and her needles
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Subjugate it, perforate it,
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flesh reordered isflesh of use
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I now rededicate my life
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to what Abigor has shown me
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Abigor
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| Cryptopsy |
