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Rorschach Twat burning up my mindscape.

Torn away from sight.

Anxious from the separation.

Wander through the world.

Sickening reflections.

Internal battle wounds.

Strong scents of erection.

Gleaming tower set to deflower.

Your glands weren't built for pleasure.

Orgasms can't be measured.

Cursed to be over-tight.

Shrouded penal chasm.

Bypassed freewill.

Marinate in massingil.

Stripped by flying chains.

The bell tolls you, you secrete on demand.

Bloodstains and confessional delights.

Pay a dime for your time as the window reveals gay priests, flesh corroded with disease.

Disciplined in the art of stimulation.

Warm, wet, steaming pile of shit.

Anus to lament on the sacred excrement.

No separation between asshole and birth canal.

Volcanic expulsion of life and waste indivisible.

Your life is split between two eyes.

One sees hate, one sees lies.

Angels whored, exposed in centerfolds.

Hobbies, turn-ons, turn-offs, date of death.

Place of girth.

The haunting hour you were conceived.

First penetration.

Depth of desire.

Approximated gauge of orifice, fist list.

Tit size, weight, height, heart rate, blind rape date, Quinceanera gape.

Your wants are useless in today's day and age.

Your needs are swept by the winds of rape.

Frost bite it just right just to spoil their delight.

A damper on the night.

A numbness from waist height down.

Smoke the meat of legends.

Cure the members, seasoned to crush your appetite-

Dry Rub!

Feast on the famished, religion misplaced.

A stockpile of body parts in which we lay.

Avulsed in the night, My cock hand is trump tight.

The flashbacks of flesh sacks, the meat hooks we hang to drain.

Burden, ripe dilemma.

Moist endeavors, choiceless matters.

Pavlov's Whore.