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House of 1000 Corpses

Your stinking corpse is what I desire
Rotting flesh is what I need
You’ve been dead for three weeks now
And are gonna be my new toy

I’m going to fuck you until your corroded bones break
Sodomize until your flesh rips to shreds
Come dripping from my oozing dick
Let’s play some more I’m not done just yet

This is the house where the dead are toys
Used for sexual nature forevermore
Until they are reduced into dust
This is the house of 1000 corpses

You are mine now fresh from the grave
Though my dead sister I don’t care
Your flesh will feel the same as the rest
As my dick protrudes your rotted body

An incestuous family I’ve created
Will join me in fucking you
My children coming in you just like me
And tonight we will do it all again

Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666
Written by bastardofbodom666 (Helvete Blod)
Published | Edited 20th Mar 2012
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