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Vehemence
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Christ, I Fucking Hate You!
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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