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A relapse of my body |
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Sends my mind into multiple seizures |
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Psychologically a new human being |
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One that has never been |
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Cursed by the shamen |
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His voodoo spell has my soul |
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My limbs go numb |
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I can't control my own thought |
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Are his now |
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His evil consuming me |
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Ever telling me |
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Begin the clit carving |
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Slowly turning me, into a flesh eating zombie |
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Knowing this spell can only be broken |
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By the vaginal skins of young women |
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I proceed to find the meat |
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Their bleeding cunts will set me free |
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Warmth seeping from this |
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Body rotted |
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After I sucked the blood from her ass |
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I feel more alive |
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More alive than I've ever been |
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Even though now I'm dead within |
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My mouth drools as I slice your perineum |
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My body smeared with the guts I've extracted |
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Through her hole, came swollen organs |
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Cunnilingus with the mutilated |
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My spirit returned from the dead |
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Released by the priest |
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But I felt more real when I was dead |
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The curse is broken |
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I have a dependence on vaginal skin |
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It's become my sexual addiction |
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I must slit, the twitching clit |
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Rotted cavity hold the juice |
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Between the legs, I love to carve |
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My cock is dripping with her blood |
