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Deserved
Rising up, she released the beast,
Then on my soul, began to feast.
"You sit around and do fuck all! You´re so fucking weak, so fucking small!"
I responded to it (just like a child), my mouth went dry, my eyes grew wild,
Then I opened my lips and let it flow,
To my shame I aimed real low,
Wallowing around down in the gutter,
With the rage, began to stutter.
Going mad, I caused a scene,
Spewing words, quite obscene.
Spitting rage, I slammed the door,
Fucking bitch, bleedin' whore.
Then on my soul, began to feast.
"You sit around and do fuck all! You´re so fucking weak, so fucking small!"
I responded to it (just like a child), my mouth went dry, my eyes grew wild,
Then I opened my lips and let it flow,
To my shame I aimed real low,
Wallowing around down in the gutter,
With the rage, began to stutter.
Going mad, I caused a scene,
Spewing words, quite obscene.
Spitting rage, I slammed the door,
Fucking bitch, bleedin' whore.
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