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Now that I have my

trophy of your anatomy,

your stiff can be

excised aberrantly.

Convulsions transpire

you're seeping suppuration.

Our intimacy is

arcane to culture.

These ethics I contain

in my arsenal of pleasure,

fail to be appreciated.

Your proposition

isn't good enough,

my expectations

don't meet yours.

In due time I'll

dictate your vile form

into my incapable hands,

and claim to you for my own.

You're born into

these hands again!

Send the slut back to Hell...

Another whore to seek,

to fondle and misuse.

Back to the grave

to exhume again.