Another’s reality exhausted all your dreams – I’ll scatter your
Grim heart
No love, no life, no light
Dismal days
for every child touched by her sacred tongue
for every orgasm
As long as the fountain of life can't flow, no
American culture doesn't even exist at all.
When what we
I once felt your embrace shroud me in bright days,
The trap between her legs is her attention grabber.
Just an
This is an end to everything
Years passed in a moment
A
And all her beauty you have turned so vile
Oh
[ Flesh of a pig ]
No!
It's not fair that
My thumbs are in your eyes and they keep fucking
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