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The Ransom of the soul from speed freaks with a sex addiction

jolted out of a coma
Blind folded, hands and feet zip tied.
ransomed by the words on this page
not yet an epitaph or eulogy
no saga or trilogy
neither fit the format. intentionally.
a furnace bellows it's fiery breath over
all it encapsulates
behold iam death, fire of pain and misery
scorching, gaseous, encompassing
the very atmosphere
sucking the Oxygen from its dragons breath
hurled at it's occupants
needle pokes and sex addiction
speed freaks on hypodermic meal regimens
breasts and hips and sweat and trances
lust of the scailed dragon burning with desire
pleasure pleasure pleasure die for it
burn for it
stick the syringe in and orgasm as the plunger hits 0
then try to live like a normal person.
fuck you
no one comes back from an hour long orgasm and says
I'll never do that again

Written by ds3371 (david spears)
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