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Creeping through the caves of old.
Searching for a rotting cadaver.
I want AIDS!
Let life kill you.
For millions of years I’ve wandered.
For billions of cult I’ve sod.
There is a darkness in her that’s hungry.
Sexuality.
On the seventh day there was blood.
And on the fourth she knows only sod.
Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!
I fucking thrust death inside you.
Spilling goatshit in troth!
Oh, it’s such a fucking mess.
Lean onto my throat and press.
Supposedly, she would hold a large butchers knife against the throat of the injured animal. Just before she orgasmed, the knife was thrust into the animal’s jugular. The blood would blossom. Once the animal had died, she would dismember the corpse and bury the pieces throughout her property.
Several months later.
The rotten limbs were exhumed.
She fucked the stench.
She.
Oh, shit, she was Goated!
And then, my friend, there was sod!
Goat of the living dead!
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Author: Buntz Doom
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May 20th, 2010 at 1:09 pm
As I read this, my asshole is strangely inverted. I gush putrid death worms and think of murdering Oak, thine gringoid of salt.
I never killed anyone who deserved it. I am the MU!