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im back (the priest)

i sit in church like gods fucked up little toy,

priest comes up on stage,

i lift up my head, what the fuck?

creepy old cunt rubs a choir boys cheek,

and this old pervert wants us to kiss his feet?

fuck that shit, i wait till the sermon is over,

thinks hes luckier than a four leaf clover,

everyone leaves and i watch him and the boys walk out,

twisted little bastard i follow, 20 mins later i hear muffled shouts,

im standing outside the little wooden door,

i wait and theres 1 muffle more,

i slowly open the door and a i feel the colour drain from my face,

this dirty wanker was fucking the ass of the young boy,

trousers down round his ankles legs all sweaty,

the fuck is he doing? clearly hes fell from grace,

turns the boy over holds him up the wall, fucking him all over the place,

i see blood drop from cock and the young boy cries,

is this rape or a virginity surprise?

the old wood fire cracks behind them making the shadows dance,

fucking a under age boy with christ cross on the wall,

this is where i get my idea, i bust down the door,

screaming stop fucking him like a whore,

the prist near shits,

the boy crying his asshole split,

blood trickles to the floor,

tell him he wont hurt you anymore,

the priest starts to laugh his hard on still there,

giggles and says young or old i just dont care,

you sick bastard i clench a fist,

i point to the bed on the edge he sits,

i lift the cross of the wall, never saying a word,

the sick cunt laughs and says god lets me do this its his word,

i put the cross in the fire and make my fist meet his face,

punched him that hard his blood reaches the fireplace,

the fuck do you want why are you here, he asks me as fear sets in,

say something he screams, i lift my head and smile, as i watch him regret his sin,

i go through the chest of drawers by his bed,

find and pull out a needle and thread,

force him to lie down on his chest,

as i stitch into his skin....soon you'll find out the rest,

the young boy must have called the police when he left,

sirens in the distance, i hear them close in,

i left the meat cross out of the fire,

turn him over and turn the cross upside down,

force it to melt into his skin,

my fun begins,

he lets out a blood chilling scream as burning flash smothers my senses,

his eyes wide open and sweat all over,

his last sights where me leaning over last sound he hears was the crunch off his neck,

cops arrive and bust into the church,

find me fast, as im laughing, they drag me off the dirty shit stain,

upside down cross embedded i fight them off to watch him turn over,

i scream with laughter and tell them 6 feet they need to dig,

as the see the blood soaked thread in his back spell out, i a sick paedophile rapist pig.................
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