| Entering the harlot’s house
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| He can not resist temptation
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| Seance of bodily excitement
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| (Not knowing his forthcoming emasculation)
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| As he pisses in her mouth
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| Perverted orgy of pathology
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| Preparing the tools of the trade
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| For a lesson in visceral surgery
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| Peel the skin from his pelvis
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| Rejectamenta & urine spouting out
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| Renal juices plash on the floor
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| Sance of bloodshreds to adore
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| Frenzied she fritters his butt
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| Cut the skin — sinew appears
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| Gluttonous eat the villous mush
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| Soup of splanchnic-shreds starts to gush
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| Sopping and plenary satisfied
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| She stiches up the opened wounds
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| Hanging the body on a meathook
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| One more pale body to cook
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| Three weeks later he got fuggy
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| She embelished the rotting body
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| Inject his cock into her quim
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| Before consuming the putrid dick
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| Obsessed by orgasmic emotions
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| His whole organs smirched with shit
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| Minced entrails to swallow
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| Another wooer soon to meet… |