JESUS! Sacred and ancient her images of what he was
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enshrined upon her bedroom wall
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A picture of beauty and perfection
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Halo vividly backing a man of such flawlessness
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Lusting eyes easily attracting the whore
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Laying in her bed, mind drifting to her own self-consumed fantasy
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What has he done to deserve her, not even daddy can take her here
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Glassy slitted eyes wander across the fading wallpaper
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Absorbing visions of a large wooden crucifix and the picture of her lord
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She loves the picture of her lord・
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＾This cross took his life,￣ she thinks in perverted passion
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her fingers caress the swollen pink lips that were made for her Jesus・
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She feels a wrath
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that is so comforting
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feeling of childhood
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memories that she cannot forget
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Bedsprings creak as
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raise to her feet
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holding her crotch
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stumble forward
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Blindly reaches
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Forward dimly lit
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Comforting haven
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This sickening spectacle
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Virgin scraping
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at her clit grab
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the cross from the
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wall her secretions flow
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As the twinkling
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Diamond doorknob
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Turns and the light
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Shines in the old man
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Stands with little girl
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His silhouette cast
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Across the dark wall
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Changing so slightly
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She feels a warmth that is so comforting・
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A feeling of childhood memories that she cannot forget・
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Sacred and ancient her images of what he was
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Enshrined upon her bedroom wall
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She feels a warmth that is so comforting
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A feeling of childhood memories that she cannot forget
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Bed springs creak as she raises to her feet
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Holding her crotch stumbling forward blindly, she reaches forward
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Grabbing the cross from the wall, her secretions flow
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as the twinkling diamond doorknob turns and the light shines in
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The old man stands watching his little girl, his silhouette cast
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across the dark wall changing so slightly
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His hardness foreshadows what is to come
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He whispers out the name of their savior and walks up to her・
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Made For Her Jesus
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