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hole
whiskey to the lips
dawning sin rises
eclipse the darkness
with moonshine soul
rattle the bones of the spirits
fucking demons at mass
splayed for god
gave him my pussy
now its held up for ransom
the cartel owns it
the robber made a beer run--
at the Johhny Quick
got away with a handful of skittles
and my honeyed cunt
finger deep inside my treasure
a prickly cock enters from behind
sucking on a twizlzer I don't complain
he fucks me hard--
streetwalking through my mind
prostituting his thoughts
they're for sale cheap
vodka straight up loosens him up
I mind fuck him
leaving him cum stained and begging
he thought I was just a whore
I turned a trick in his mind
bent his will until it shout hallelujah
damn right I turned him out
fucking demon cock
entered from the south
I gave him a one-way ticket
back to hell
where he's used as a condom
for the beast
defiler of the foulest holes
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