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Decrepitly sitting there, in the dark, it’s been thirty years since you could walk.

Bloated with your sense of pride, how ‘bout a dime if I suck your cock?

I know you’d like it, watching us bow - on our knees, just as you mock.

Up and down your shaft we climb, getting it hard just one last time.

Fucking, fisting your motherfucking ageist face.

Castigation of young running all over the place.

Sucking, twisting your motherfucking hand-hole.

Lacrimation from you, as you lose your soul.

Time has passed unknown to you, remiss that you were once as young.

Justice slowly bends you over - I think you’ll like it, she’s fairly hung.

Hiding in your self-made fortress, penetrable to a fuck like you.

Violently cumming down your throat, becoming apparent the young are due.

Congenital lacrimation: it’s nice to hear it out loud just once.

This world will be a better place next week, when you’re dead and gone.

I’ll be sure to visit for old time’s sake, and give you something to go down on.

Fucking your corpse -

Lifeless groan.

Lacrimation:

It’s all you’ve known.

Congenital lacrimation: it’s nice to hear it out loud just once.