Devirgination Studies

Now that I have my trophy of your anatomy

Your stiff can be excised aberrantly.

Convulsions transpire you're seeping suppuration

Our intamacy is arcane to culture

These ethics I contain in my arsenal of pleasure

Failed to be appreciated.

Your proposition isn't good enough

My expectations don't meet yours

In due time I'll dictate your vile form

Into my incapable hands

And claim you for my own.

You're born into these hands again

[Send the slut back to hell ]x4

Another whore to seek to fondle and misuse

Back to the grave to exhume again.