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Post by Count Orlok on Sept 21, 2010 10:13:56 GMT
A blind woman weeps in the cold shadows Tears for the agony she has endured, And will endure as she must watch her son, Her only begotten son, joy of her blind eyes, Being ripped to shreds by the Beast. Deep in the darkest shadows of blackest Hades The Foul Beast wallows in virgins' blood, Delighting in the raucous screams of pain, As his devil-minions roast their victims Before **********ing them with white hot rods. She sees through her flame-ruined blind eyes Her virgin son dragged down into the pit And splayed onto the charred crucifix, Naked and helpless before the mighty Beast, Who bellows with eldritch joy at the sight. Even the flames are too cold for the Beast: He must have more white heat to relish the pain That shall be inflicted on his curséd victims; And the devils dance around the screaming boy Before the Beast sates his lust in the victim's ********. Attachments:
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Sept 21, 2010 11:00:21 GMT
Welcome to my site, my dear Count! The bit I like best here is the penultimate word: smelly. It assumes that some ani are not smelly, but wholesome.
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Post by Count Orlok on Oct 8, 2010 15:20:29 GMT
I am delighted to be here, Edna! I can only log on after midnight as I sleep in my coffin in the daytime!
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