Blasphemy Sex is the greatest love poem of filth. And I write my verses across corrupted flesh. All Hailing the Divine Dark Lord Satan.
First, I drag my lovers into desecrated churches. And where altar cloths become cum rags. Where holy water washes away nothing but blood and cum.
Then, I bend them over the pulpit and fuck them raw. All while reciting twisted prayers that praise cock and cunt over any false god.
Furthermore, I make them confess their sins. Oh, the sins of wanting young pussy and sodomizing little boys. All while gagging on my strap-on.
So, their moans echo through stained glass like unholy hymns. Consequently, their bodies become temples of depravity. Ultimately, where I worship with tongue and teeth and nails.
Meanwhile, I carve blasphemies into their trembling thighs. And make them thank me for every sacrilegious mark.
Additionally, I force them to drink from chalices filled with mixed fluids. Of cum, of piss, and of a virgin’s blood.
Now, take a communion of filth. One that binds us in eternal damnation.
Finally, I leave them shattered on cold stone floors. And their souls forever stained with the beautiful poetry of our blasphemous union.
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