I grasp to kill.
Learn to love.
I share, ripping away.
Stench of your ice-cold blood.
Turns me on.
Beware when you whisper.
Unleash what the fuck are you.
Beware what you've got in you.
Rape until she is cold.
I need to feel.
I need to touch.
No argument no questions.
Wise god the one who knows.
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