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Virgin Bride (Free verse) by TwilightDawned

In the midst of the night is when I fly To the doorstep of my Virgin Bride. I give her love, pleasure and pain, What comes next is to her dismay. She lies on the floor-moaning with pain. I stab my knife into her brain. Drawing blood onto her face- Bloody finger paints. Drawing symbols of my God Tying her to the cross for all to see. When she comes down she'll be my Bride to be.

edpeterson 6-Jul-04/6:50 AM
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