The lead pulsates red.
It has hands burned from masturbation,
Inflicting unknown justification.
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It devours your flab, your skin.
Your dangling double chin.
Its sneering hearing
Refuses normal bearing.
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It likes the nod of odd,
It enjoys to taste the waste,
Of the rapist's haste.
A thick crust, the cum's paste.
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Damned goods, crush boned woods.
A hole dug too deep, breathing cheap.
It burns red, it gapes hollow;
The sunken eyes devoid.
Carved out by perversion's never ending void.
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