Voice_of_the_Soul12,13,01

Verse 1:

Innocent, sweet, pure female
In modest cloth, proper attire
Weak, frail, ripe, ready
Satisfaction guaranteed

Uncontrollable carnal urge
Erectile desire to be inside her
No regard for her body or soul
Another shot to keep my high

Chorus:

I need my fix
My addiction to agony
A yearning for release
An orgasm through cruelty

Verse 2:

I slashed through the fabric so thin
I revealed the forbidden orbs of sin
Quivered and whimpered, a waste of time
My desire for brutality such a crime?

Pinned to the ground, my fix was due
The inevitable breach, erect with glee
I thrust through the forest, broke the purity
Crimson and seed flowing like the Nile

Chorus:

I need my fix
My addiction to agony
A yearning for release
An orgasm through cruelty

Interlude:

Her gates defiled and ruined
The milky surface slashed and wounded
My seed has been sewn for the day
I'll be eager to return to reap my rewards

No satisfaction felt, my fix dead
Need more power, another hit of maim
Grabbing the once shimmering strands on her head
I stifle the noise as I feast on the pain

(guitar solo)

Outro:

Flat on the ground, covered in lust
Red flowing out, flesh cold as a rock
I live for the sin, suffering just
Feed on the thrill, terror, and shock

Buried, preserved for another day
Innocent no more, dormant in hell
To be continued, my lifeless precious
Until next time I need my fix

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