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From Angelic Damsel to Demonic Criminal
She was a fairy, of brilliant mind
A rare find, of such kind..
Untainted;
delicate and pure
Unstained;
in her white cloth
She coveted for true love,
a "perfect romance"
Thought she met the one,
the "only one..."
But
Now...
She's alone,
there's not a place in a heart to call her own
Trashed and Bashed
deserted and disowned
By once a man, called her lover...
Her angelic smile has left her lips
Her body is left filthy, in cum-
discharged from that scum...
Blackened with ashes from her heart,
she lost sight of her beginnings..
Left thirsty of once her possession;
thoughts of slutty desire
Now
She is....
A diabolic whore calling for lascivious acts,
Smothered in vindictive itch,
Her soul still yearns...
Hanker for demolishing butchery,
of her feminine fragility
To be fed with a spoonful,
of woeful false affection
Her longing...?
To be trashed and crashed;
with that damned cock
Mocked and cocked right through with all might
What a pitiful soul
Her angels left and had fallen
Never shall she be able to go back
A rare find, of such kind..
Untainted;
delicate and pure
Unstained;
in her white cloth
She coveted for true love,
a "perfect romance"
Thought she met the one,
the "only one..."
But
Now...
She's alone,
there's not a place in a heart to call her own
Trashed and Bashed
deserted and disowned
By once a man, called her lover...
Her angelic smile has left her lips
Her body is left filthy, in cum-
discharged from that scum...
Blackened with ashes from her heart,
she lost sight of her beginnings..
Left thirsty of once her possession;
thoughts of slutty desire
Now
She is....
A diabolic whore calling for lascivious acts,
Smothered in vindictive itch,
Her soul still yearns...
Hanker for demolishing butchery,
of her feminine fragility
To be fed with a spoonful,
of woeful false affection
Her longing...?
To be trashed and crashed;
with that damned cock
Mocked and cocked right through with all might
What a pitiful soul
Her angels left and had fallen
Never shall she be able to go back
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