Hate flows,
free through her blood.
Infecting every *****
First,
with her heart,
then her brain.
A deranged, heartless *****
with all the power.
Succubi.
Queen of Bloodshed.
Harlot of Satan.
Swing dancing murderers
& ball-room assassins.
Seek her out, on
the dance floor.
To, get a chance to Swing Dance with Lucy, herself.
Good men will fall down to evil.
Slowly dancing and stabbing
pretty, young girls.
Under the noses of their wives.
To save their,
lost souls
from the belly of the beast.
Covered in their blood, sweat & glitter,
the Party Princesses are slain
by the Princes of Poverty.
Cause they weren't getting pity ******
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 2:34 PM UTC
Hate flows,
free through her blood.
Infecting every *****
First,
with her heart,
then her brain.
A deranged, heartless *****
with all the power.
Succubi.
Queen of Bloodshed.
Harlot of Satan.
Swing dancing murderers
& ball-room assassins.
Seek her out, on
the dance floor.
To, get a chance to Swing Dance with Lucy, herself.
Good men will fall down to evil.
Slowly dancing and stabbing
pretty, young girls.
Under the noses of their wives.
To save their,
lost souls
from the belly of the beast.
Covered in their blood, sweat & glitter,
the Party Princesses are slain
by the Princes of Poverty.
Cause they weren't getting pity ******
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