Virgin Bride

Member since 2004 · Posted 5 Jul 2004 · 3 comments

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.

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[0] Shardik 5-Jul-04/9:12 PM Reply

Fecund maggotry of the lowest rung.

[1] edpeterson 6-Jul-04/6:50 AM Reply

Bob Sagat blowing Jung

[0] god'swife 6-Jul-04/7:39 PM Reply

Unrefutable evidence of a mind unstrung.