Lust of Decay - Intolerable Cruelty Тексты

Violence raging beaten down into submission perverted bloodline father's hands upon her body mother is watching masturbating while this happens shrouded in darkness locked in closet half her childhood memories shattered echoes of her father's moaning infinite torture condemned to onslaught of oppression wounds not healing flesh infected skin is bruising cries unanswered endless screams but no one hears her father the touch of revulsion courses though me abolished by the walls of splintered sanity besieging pleasure from my own flesh and blood succumbing to primal urges uncontrolled the fragrance of deprivation arousing my inner being perversion pulsing strong in my loins the warmth of her skin as she is bent over again sends premature secretions down my leg you can not stop my vicious penetrating art form mouth is duct taped muffled curses of redemption anal bleeding intestines beyond their boundaries genitals aching from the thrusting of my hatred my pulse is racing euphoric overthrow spread out before carnal instincts take control mother panties dripping with excitement as I await my husband's return hoping for the sloppy seconds I have waited far too long her scent is on his body I taste her on his shaft no concern for my daughter as long as I get mine lust fear ever-growing savage climax surging through me no thought of my offspring her cries go unheard she can not escape condemned by fate to atrocious suffering deprived of light hidden from the eyes of the world around her feed only once a day praying for the door to stay locked and bolted nerves trembling with fear when she hears the footstep coming closer daughter must escape from this closet erase disgrace from my memories summon strength for the struggle yet to come make them pay for this sufferance take my time now I am the predator see the fear on their faces the time nears for atonement eye for an eye tooth for a tooth mother will be first and then my father hands around her throat gouging out her eyes now it's finally his turn brick right across the head bludgeoned from behind face down in his own blood crawl pleading on your knees begging me to stop as the brick comes crushing down your crimson blood flows free skull crushed in all you see inflection within me reflection of you own self your pulse rate slows you're feeling weak the pain won't stop your heart won't beat your crimson blood flows free skull crushed in all you see inflection within me reflection of you own self your pulse rate slows you're feeling weak the pain won't stop your heart won't beat you
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