Luyện nghe bài hát Great Castration

He drew a from a curtain of flies,
'Are there colors in the dreams of the
He knew the answer when you out his eyes,
black count?'
Flaccid the member you clench.
walking carrion stench.
Your scorned lover was a working wench.
And she you.

Rejoice and the great castration.
your knives.

They down a manicured talon flood.
Like frenzied harpies in a of blood.
How comical we to call you a stud.
Now stumpy.
Fervent disciple my desire.
Shriek in our immaculate choir.
And set androgynous corpes afire.
Those sexless are memories.

She won't pick your bones all.
skull took its place upon the wall.
Where her spirit you,
maggots are married to you.

They her swinging from a pipe
in the basement of the of Jesus Christ.
We RAPE.
We know hands are stained red.