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O lady of dark reality whom we visit late at night, down upon her one by one we bathe in her fetid stench. |
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We three fiends of veneral disease pay homage to our gangrene queen- we suck upon her aged teats and breathe deep her anal breeze... |
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O lady of wanton desires whose flesh is ours to consume, whose life is impaled upon lust and whose menstrual blood fills our cups. |
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We three fiends of immortal fancy five to see her grace die of age, 'tis not in our hearts to bury her, but instead we must celebrate... |
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Our lady, now death's bride drained of blood and life, we caress her hardenad flesh, we suck on her limpid teats- one by one we enter her vagina, with our tongues we adore her cilt. |
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We three fiends of darkened reality- alas, we celebrate! |
