Both on the ground, he's forcing her
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his kisses hurt like nothing else
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He doesn't care at all pressing himself
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against her, wanting more at all costs.
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-Crown me your God and I'll make it worthwhile,
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give me a face that you can stand.
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Let me feel alive for once in my life,
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help me see and make believe I am...
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Her clothes all ripped and torn to pieces.
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The shock invades her, he's in...
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The weight of his body, a forceful lock,
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the wish of being dead, her mind's blocked.
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Take your pick at random choose,
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her sorrows all weigh even, just hope you'll never see them.
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-Let us breed misery, here I come, open wide,
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I will feed on you, my maker!
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You cum as I please, constantly or never,
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I'm not through with you yet, my maker!
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-I left her bleeding on the ground, now she's cleaning herself,
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washing the memories free from her bloodstained orgasm of pain.
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Well, you can take your pick at random choose
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cause her sorrows all weigh even,
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and tears will cascade at every choice, just hope you'll never see them...
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At Random Choose
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| The Provenance |
