Her father lies bleeding, his blood on my hands
Gratitude apparent, her sobs turn to signs of reliefTouching her tear-stained cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes
she worships me as a god
We embrace passionately on the floor, spreading her legs
My fantasy fleshed forever....I shove myself gently into her, gasping she smiles and cries
Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin whore
[Fucking her, this is my Fantasy!]
Father knew better than to take that away
His dick only went in her mouth and her ass
I am the one whom she'll remember always
As he who made her tremble with first orgasmMy body now growing numb I don't know why
I can feel my insides changing into...a god
[What is wrong? Who am I becoming?]
I become her Jesus in the flesh
Blood on my hands pouring from gaping holesShe gets to fuck me! The Son of God!
A fantasy she has for pain I inflict
My hands slide up her breasts so slowly
And constrict around her neck tightly...Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is delight
As I climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated faceSuddenly her Christ is gone and so is she
He took away my only passion in life
And now all I have is a pile of broken flesh
His possession has robbed me, and all I feel is hate...CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!