Who would truly believe all of your filthy lies?
Not even the most ravenous dogs would go between your thighs
You're much more like a pile of putrid fucking meat
Waiting to be fed to the wolves, a whore of the worst breed

Thorned rose
You pricked my finger for the last time
You bitch

Oh, unholy ghost from down below
Take this wretched beast away
Send the slut right back to hell where she belongs
And leave no meat astray

If I had it my way
I'd slit your fucking throat

Frail limbs drop as the corpse of
The fiendish immoral whore
Bleeds

The acrid, dirty blasphemy
Is now back and one with her grave

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