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 I am the one whom she'll remember always As he who made her tremble with first orgasm
My body now growing numb I don't know why I can feel my insides changing into...a god (What is wrong? Who am I 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 took 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!!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
