| An incestuous relationship between mother and son
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| As last rites were read I had tell such a void
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| A loving mother, my life-giver and lover
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| She went away when she slashed her own wrists
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| The relationship with me was too much to bear
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| I watched her buried, her funeral, my heartbreak
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| As last rites were read I left such a void
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| I had to inimately feel her once again
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| I dig deep into my mothers sepulcher
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| Her cold, dead flesh soon stirs my lust
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| Stiffened legs spread to be fucked
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| My undying live, a son’s sick obsession
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| Forcing myself into my mommy’s rigor mortis twat
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| We are finally reunited once again
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| As i engross myself in interment intercourse
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| I unknowingly contract a supernatural disease
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| With incestuous necrophilism there is a price
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| Malodorous malediction from examinate cunts
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| An uncanny imprecation
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| The offensive stink fills my senses
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| With each stroke of my penis inside
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| «Mommy, sweet mommy» I scream as I ejaculate
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| Her flesh, healthy semen conditions her dry, rigid femme canal
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| Pleasure short lived
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| For when I pull out of the disinterred fuck
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| The smell that was created could sicken the dead
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| Forcing myself into my mommy’s rigor mortis twat
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| We are finally reunited once again
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| As I engross myself in interment intercourse
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| I unknowingly contract a supernatural disease
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| With incestuous necrophilism there is a price
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| Maladorous malediction from examinate cunts
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| An uncanny imprecation
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| The offensive stink fills my senses
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| A lemme furnigation now terrible haunts
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| It clings to my lecherous privates
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| I will soon go mad from the revolting scent
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| As the post mortem matriarch leaves me rancid
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| Her embalmed vulva oozes, drains and leaks
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| Emitting an oder of an unearthly reek
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| This miasma adheres to my virility
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| An eeried anathema from the mortuary
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| As the post mortem matriarch leaves me rancid
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| Her embalmed vulva oozes, drains and leaks
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| Constant cleansing doesn’t kill the smell
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| I cannot escape the feminine foulness
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| With crazed desperation
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| I set my genitals aflame
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| Hoping to burn away the venomous vapor
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| Reeling in pain as my pubis smolders
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| I curse the name of my desecrated mother
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| Forcing myself into my mommy’s rigor mortis twat
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| We are finally reunited once again
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| As I engross myself in interment intercourse
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| I unknowingly contract a supernatural disease
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| With incestuous necrophilism there is a price
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| Malodorous malidiction from examinate cunts
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| An uncanny imprecation
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| The offensive stink fills my senses |