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Marquis de Sade

Kneeling in the shackles and chains
Seductively begging the master "kill!"
Blood-splattered, unwashed floor
A loaded barrel put to the heart

Clothes made of skin, eyes made of glass
Soul made of ice - because I died
But still You won't let me die
And again the bloodthirsty whip whistles

And again the sunset pours blood
so we gathered for a masquerade
Every look, wounds with a dagger blade
And poison flows down painted lips

Welcome to my hell, my punishment
Here everyone will be glad for pain
Because they say that my Lord is
the Marquis de Sade

I lie motionless, submissive to You
Pray for mercy, and swallow tears
After all, You will not let me die
Only torment - forever and ever

Greedy you take me over and over
My orgasm flows into eternity
Covering you with my lust
As pain and pleasure merges...
Written by KristinaX
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