Purple Children

Faust

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    In the upper spheres,
    where the rotten reigns,
    no cocks for skilled hookers,
    green flesh for grey purples

    Faggot priests, anachronisms,
    you will die, burnt by hate,
    closed within your golden gates,
    you can sniff the expensive white snow,
    only unripe boys tight and pink holes,
    give you the pleasure for your old pricks now dried.
    Thieves of souls, fucking you, worship the dog
    Bloody scum, leading the sheep by holy lies
    in my dreams anal desecration.

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    How do you say to sin with children?
    The source of earthly lust: pale altar boys
    yearning to smash your dirty and rotting heads.

    Blind to see, deaf to hear, blood, screams, tears...
    Jerk off to her portrait,
    and cum on her devout randy slutty face

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    Composition: Aleister

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