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“Flee fornication.
Every sin that a man doeth
Is without the body,
But he that committeth fornication
Sinneth against his own.”
(1 Corinthians 6:18)

My friend, you've chosen
The best way to falter,
For from this place, even
The strictest of seraphs abscond.
No blood stains my unholy altar
But the ichor of my darling Hecate's cunt.

You've been misled, for this is paradise.
A better fate could not a man befall.
Should you run,
Then the laughter of my brethren
Shall haunt you in your every step
Until the end of it all.

You may call me Asmodeus.
Recline; you've come a way.
Oh, cease this drawl; you're boring us.
Waste no breath; you're here to stay.

Have you felt the succubi's fellation?
It is better than the eunuchs
Care to divulge.
I procure such lustful wonders
As to quell the very rage of God,
Should he only care to indulge.

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