| Awaken to cervix lavished with incisive cutlery
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| Pain endorses silence, yet whimpers seep
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| Sight blurred, but feeling of wet and warm
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| Welcomes your touch
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| No teeth, cracked lips, what once was a sweet mouth
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| Trickles blood and phlegm
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| Tear ducts rippling, take in abomination
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| Your sisters lie scattered amongst you
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| Most dead, few clinging to life
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| Ungentle to delicate features
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| Engulfed in the rot
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| Of fellow gender you soak
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| Completely disrobed you slither across silky insides
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| Determined to escape
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| Yet escape embellishes imagination
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| The uninviting sound of footsteps pulsate your ears
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| Through the door comes generous assailant
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| Introducing his steel toe to your face
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| Appearance smashed, life drains from
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| Soft green eyes… life is no more
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| Your soul belongs to no god
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| Your soul belongs to pain
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| Dead lump of flesh sexually disorganized
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| Mangled where you were fucked… how ironic
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| Look what faith has brought you
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| What’s it like to receive no answer?
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| Do you now see? |