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you taste like .. a raped angel ...

.
.
Satan came to me
tonight

smoothly slithered
next to my bedside

and whispered

"I am the twisted shepherd"

the father of darkness
here i've
scripted a letter

of the artist
i wish you to harness
then

bring me his carcass..

Yes Master
i'm disaster starved

i'm on a mission
to position

this King in plastic

But first
i wanna fuck him

nothin like
a big stiff dick

climb on top
rock the dead cock

til i get off

See i'm kinda
sick in the head

my thoughts are fed
by

cravin the dead..

my pretty baby in blue
you look so

beautiful breath.less

You taste like
a raped angel

tell me
how does it feel?

Written by Devilish

Published 3rd May 2016

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Re. you taste like .. a raped angel ...

runningturtle87

3rd May 2016 12:15pm

Devilish, you get right to the heart of it, feeling. The entire system, human anatomy, and the entire sensorium manage feelings, and so regardless of the experience, the point is not what happened but rather how we feel about what happens. In this way, we can mitigate any experience at any level, even death, birth, rape, or pleasures of any kind. Here, the experience is reframed into a known, from the speaker's point of view, and therefore developed into a palatable, literally, allowable extension. Not to worry, I've been here before. And he knows exactly what he's doing. Little comfort, and sheer terror. I love how you........write.