My veins... are… intoxicated… by the noxious… morality… of… your… world!…
Blood was still spurting
Through the fang
Puncture wounds,
On its breast!
Shivering it was...
As i... hit it and trashed the tiny frames of its cloth
Its blood soaked clothing
Fell to the ground
As i watched coldly,
Its voluptous body...
Shivering it was...
As i clawed at its belly and made its entrails come out.
Shivering it was…
For its ignorance,
For its fear,
For its morality and concepts!…
We are envenomned by it…
No more…
Shivering it was as i swallowed its essence, its blood…
Blood!
It fell uncounscious to the ground!!!
It felt its life sliping away!!!
It felt floating!!!
Shivering it was...
Just shivering...
But dead.
Shivering...
It kept on...
Shivering...
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