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snakes and triggers
I want you in all ways
always
surround me while I'm surrounding you
surrender to me
bow down and worship me
with my cock in your mouth
take it all in and choke
on the want you conjured up
like a snake
from my burning core
be subjected to my fire
and surrender
fucking is dually subjective
2 ends of the pistol
2 bodies
2 objects
watch the illusion
of 2 minus 1
(we've stumbled up on our objective)
watch as I disappear but never leave
and I'll watch the object of my own worship
soak up all this sweat and venom
be mindful of the snake
wrapped around and smothering
hot as the lake of fire
swallowed into the bottomless pit
by the undeniable gravity of dieing
watch as the embers surface
smell the smoldering of poison
and carve my name into your back
you will grow accustomed to this pain
surrender your guns
to the dead weight laid on top of you
with no intent to slow his rhythm
or let up on the force
you will swallow what is forcefed
and you will lay there and get fucked
with no mercy
or tears shed
you will like what I throw up
and the dice fall upon the snake's eyes
watch me shoot a dove out of the sky
with stolen bullets
you're on borrowed time
and I'm growing impatient
slit our throats
and see if we can't get off
before the clock claims d.o.a.
always
surround me while I'm surrounding you
surrender to me
bow down and worship me
with my cock in your mouth
take it all in and choke
on the want you conjured up
like a snake
from my burning core
be subjected to my fire
and surrender
fucking is dually subjective
2 ends of the pistol
2 bodies
2 objects
watch the illusion
of 2 minus 1
(we've stumbled up on our objective)
watch as I disappear but never leave
and I'll watch the object of my own worship
soak up all this sweat and venom
be mindful of the snake
wrapped around and smothering
hot as the lake of fire
swallowed into the bottomless pit
by the undeniable gravity of dieing
watch as the embers surface
smell the smoldering of poison
and carve my name into your back
you will grow accustomed to this pain
surrender your guns
to the dead weight laid on top of you
with no intent to slow his rhythm
or let up on the force
you will swallow what is forcefed
and you will lay there and get fucked
with no mercy
or tears shed
you will like what I throw up
and the dice fall upon the snake's eyes
watch me shoot a dove out of the sky
with stolen bullets
you're on borrowed time
and I'm growing impatient
slit our throats
and see if we can't get off
before the clock claims d.o.a.
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