Her father lies bleeding, his blood on my hands
Gratitude apparent, her sobs turn to signs of relief
Touching her tear-stained cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes
she worships me as a god
We embrace passionately on the floor, spreading her legs
My fantasy fleshed forever.
I shove myself gently into her, gasping she smiles and cries
Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin whore
[Fucking her, this is my Fantasy]
Father knew better than to take that away
His dick only went in her mouth and her ass
Imthe one whom shell remember always
As he who made her tremble with first orgasm
My body now growing numb I dont know why
I can feel my insides changing into a god
[What is wrong? WhomI becoming?]
I become her Jesus in the flesh
Blood on my hands pouring from gaping holes
She gets to fuck me The Son of God
A fantasy she has for pain I inflict
My hands slide up her breasts so slowly
And constrict around her neck tightly
Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is delight
As I climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated face
Suddenly her Christ is gone and so is she
He to ok away my only passion in life
And now all I have is a pile of broken flesh
His possession has robbed me, and all I feel is hate
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU
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