| Locking up the doors, shades drawn tight
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| Dimming the lights, patrons line up inside
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| Soon to reveal, this night’s feature fuck
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| Lying in wait, open the casket lid
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| Let it begin, sick festivity
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| Nine swinging cocks, seeking their nourishment
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| Dragging out the prize, from her pine box
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| Tearing off her dress, one by one, she’ll be done
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| Fill each hole, stuffed til full, funeral fuck fest begins
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| Cold and tight, I slip inside, lubed just right
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| Leaks formaldehyde, pussy almost feels alive, never felt this satisfied
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| Jerk and squirt, down her throat, dismal gaze
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| Dead eyes stalking me, awkwardly as climax is reached
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| Swarming like vultures the sickness is spreading
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| Bring out another to gorge our hunger for the dead
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| Eating her cold dead cunt my cock’s stiff as the dead
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| Tasting her rot, gang rape the corpse, dead and defiled we leave our victims
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| slight |