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the devils whore
It was twilight hour
The neon sign from the street
Pulsated between scarlet and black
The sounds from the city
Fading to a hush
But in this room
Your prison
The whimpering continued
But not for long
For you will never see the dawn
Sure I promised not to hurt you
But you know I lied
The phone call just said
Send me daddies little girl
You just a harlot dressed as a child
Smiling money on the table sweetie
But you have a broader smile now
My blade saw to that
How many daddies have you deceived?
I wonder
Including your own
What would he say now?
To his little girl
If he new she was a slut
I will not soil myself with you
Merely cut out your heart
Your begging pleads wasted
Yes of course I know
You said you will do anything for me
You the great deceiver
The devils whore
Well go and meet your master
The neon sign from the street
Pulsated between scarlet and black
The sounds from the city
Fading to a hush
But in this room
Your prison
The whimpering continued
But not for long
For you will never see the dawn
Sure I promised not to hurt you
But you know I lied
The phone call just said
Send me daddies little girl
You just a harlot dressed as a child
Smiling money on the table sweetie
But you have a broader smile now
My blade saw to that
How many daddies have you deceived?
I wonder
Including your own
What would he say now?
To his little girl
If he new she was a slut
I will not soil myself with you
Merely cut out your heart
Your begging pleads wasted
Yes of course I know
You said you will do anything for me
You the great deceiver
The devils whore
Well go and meet your master
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