Tired innocence spreads her white legs.
She touches jewels, thirsty for sin - dreams.
Why do you hide the flames between your fingers?
Why is fulfillment only a pale a reflection?
A pale reflection of colors...
A strange whisper, a dark forest, wild dreams, a black mass and god
- Naked, you wake up in big balls...
Penis three per meter
Black as a priest's habit
I'm hurting my stomach, raping me on the cross of all faiths...
I drink the girl's blood of the hymen.
Like thickened juice of your own worship.
It hurts for the first time, but you don't cry.
The body shudders, a shudder filled with screaming.
Penis three per meter...
A strange whisper, a dark forest, wild dreams, a black mass and God.
My soul is hiding from shame.
I take out a sharp knife...

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