Bullets stand ***** directly projecting from
The decaying flesh hugging gauzy esophaguses
Like unicorn horns delivering vast oceans
Of blood oaths upon their palms
With octave ranges of innocent angels
Tainted with the **** sins carved
By the tainted fingers of evil deeds
Awaiting the taste of the nether regions
Of a destitute harlot; I must warn you
She grows weary of using her body
As a pedestal to your waterfalls of *****
Yet she suckles your ***** with the fury
Of a thousand demons on the prowl to slaughter
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 3:40 PM UTC
Bullets stand ***** directly projecting from
The decaying flesh hugging gauzy esophaguses
Like unicorn horns delivering vast oceans
Of blood oaths upon their palms
With octave ranges of innocent angels
Tainted with the **** sins carved
By the tainted fingers of evil deeds
Awaiting the taste of the nether regions
Of a destitute harlot; I must warn you
She grows weary of using her body
As a pedestal to your waterfalls of *****
Yet she suckles your ***** with the fury
Of a thousand demons on the prowl to slaughter
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