Pregled posta

A cross upon her bedroom wall
From grace she will fall
An image burning in her mind
And between her thighs

A dying god-man full of pain
When will you cum again ?
Before him beg to serve or please
On your back or knees
Theres no forgiveness for her sins
Prefers punishment ?
Would you suffer eternally
Or internally ?

For her lust
Shell burn in hell
Her soul done medium well
All through mass manual stimulation
Salvation