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when John saw the ***** of Babylon she was wearing your face sitting, legs spread, like a ***** on a bed riding the beast, in a lewd warmongering chase. with demonic glee you pounce on your prey and dig your teeth deep. one taste of blood, a frenzy, a flood an **** on the soul that you seep. your skirts in place to cover your legs and the rottenness in-between all your pretentious decisions, with cold incisions you think your grave sins unseen. pancake your makeup to cover your disease but try as you might to hide, it shows, for everyone in the world knows, you just don't hold up in this light.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
The Soul Sucker
when John saw the ***** of Babylon she was wearing your face sitting, legs spread, like a ***** on a bed riding the beast, in a lewd warmongering chase. with demonic glee you pounce on your prey and dig your teeth deep. one taste of blood, a frenzy, a flood an **** on the soul that you seep. your skirts in place to cover your legs and the rottenness in-between all your pretentious decisions, with cold incisions you think your grave sins unseen. pancake your makeup to cover your disease but try as you might to hide, it shows, for everyone in the world knows, you just don't hold up in this light.
jolene-heather
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
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