There’s something so erotic about my special collection of deformed bodies and violated carcasses. Guess what, baby? Bianca has been building her Body Farm, and if you ask real nicely . . . I might just let you have a little taste. So what are your vices? Would you like the Grandmother, still clutching her yarn ball in one hand, and the rotting, decaying flesh of her dearly departed husband’s ball in the other hand? Her dress is torn and exposing her crotchless panties. Such a dirty old bitch . . . she wants it bad. Or will you take her young little granddaughter whose eyes will forever stay frozen in terror? She’s such a sweet little thing. Never knew what was cumming to her until her throat was slit with a box cutter and her lips were sliced off and stitched back onto her own asshole. She was always such a brown-nosing little sycophant. Now she’ll be kissing ass for the rest of her . . . afterlife! Hahaha.
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Satan came to me
tonight
smoothly slithered
next to my bedside
and whispered
“I am the twisted shepherd”
the father of darkness
here i’ve
scripted a letter
of the artist
i wish you to harness
then
bring me his carcass..
Yes Master
i’m disaster starved
i’m on a mission
to position
this King in plastic
But first
i wanna fuck him
nothin like
a big stiff dick
climb on top
rock the dead cock
til i get off
See i’m kinda
sick in the head
my thoughts are fed
by
cravin the dead..
my pretty baby in blue
you look so
beautiful breath.less
You taste like
a debased angel
tell me
how does it feel?
~~Devilish~~