Lechery Maledictions and Grieving Adjures to the Concerns of Flesh
So fond of venereal repugnance wrecked to slavery-well I haul thee through the floor, scarcely for jest imbibed with your resigned dauntless I kick you contemptible whore, you are nothing Quench the gilded ardor, disburden from the awe of wanting more. Thrust a stick if the fingers are not enough. Do not anticipate about it grin, relish. Taste pleasures of rectum aural charm, eating shit. And with thy pearls of feminine lust your wallow in piss compelling to be fucked. Thous cum. Shit yourself. That fecal smell infringes me! Beseech comes not from thee, nor elopement, solely celebration for the body ply, for the flesh I loath you with all my guts. I threaten thee with pain, my most dedicated outrage. May i would pierce thee a nipple? I use and abuse of thee bedimmed by vows of blood to cast thralldom, to ensure suffering. Suffer, I longed for it! Bleed like a pig, swoon, gladden with disease given forth as lust.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Pearls that turned me into a ravening thief, light vanished in glimpses at the blade. Spoiled flesh, exhausted, rotting as aftermath, decay in harass and joy. Allures the mysteries of Earth worming from soil. Halitosis carried by the wind surrounds as wintry fog, and blinds. Unlit eyes, lo and behold, a new sanctuary for blasphemy and sin. You stare when you do not see... I exacted her dead! to me, lone. Detained breath, embittered blood! Now I know and treasure, these visions once nightmares. Crawl from the hole to the frozen grasp you are bourne. Diseases snared as preys or prizes, sickness claims sanity, a vanishing paradigm. Portrayed thru dry tears the pangs of reveries in secrecy, libido infringes me with stench and the captivity at Her eyes.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Dogs with wings, wicked seraphs. Rats with horns, ascending to higher circles of soul. Howling borndeads, like abortions, praised. Defiled innuendo mirrored from obnoxious life. Sight compelled to hysteria, feasting from urging joys of scepsis. Lair of disease, beauty plagues me, sought to pervert my heed. Anguish confined to reins coalesces to the deliverance to insanity. Paths of worms leading to disrupt. Sickness and madness embrace, delivering what my aroused tongue collects through debauchery's perspiration. Ashes and dust, a new horizon converges. Sulphur-blood burns the entrails of wonder like Babylon falling, ruined, in despair.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In a banquet of flesh thou shimmer, enraptured, be my enticingly siren! Thou reek lechery, bewildering witch-born. I breath thy ill-repute fragances, I burn in languid anticipation. Dazzling turmoil of cravings and incitements. I burn as a pale reflection of your glance in ecstasy, unhallowed.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I yet remember when we went for ramble. It was amusing although it could have been much better. I had a smooth but very pleasant trust that you would drown in the lake. And greet the splendid lake it is! You always become unpleasant with that presence of you. And dressed you are null. Get lost. Hark back that a span of water is enough to drown thee. I don't know if I will take you any other time for a jaunt. Restless you insist to stare and fancy me. Otherwise I'll hit you! What? Come close. Look at me in the eyes. Stare me. Fix. I slap you for your defiance. I slap you because you obeyed. Tell me what you do... Remind... disobedience brings much worst consequences. Considerable. Exquisite devise to behold your affliction! What do you know...? You expose weak animal condition, inbred of your tedious prevalence. I toss you against the wall, breathless you become any amusement. Not you but your choicest parts, those I seize forthwith you leave off. Everyone steps on you and ignore thee. Can you see how gratifying it is being useful? The lake looks splendid. Don't you think?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Clasp tight the shit the last treasure you shall detain. I cum, aroused with your misery. I piss all over you, my reverie. You collapse, kneeling, falling apart, gasping and perusing for help. Such a contentment to regard your grievance! I promulgate thy suicide... by my own hands! I unveil you the stringent way, the greatest halt. Remember... the knife? Effortless ways to go astray and you got the most eloquent! You chose me as the weapon against you, inordinate, broaden, discrepant. I promulgate thy suicide... by my own hands! I can dream of you collected in this dirt, so miserable and entertaining. Remember... the knife?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Came in hunger and driven forth like usher, stain'd akin time carv'd stone took souls and ripped knees to the ground. For I require the suffering of humanity, we both met relentless disgrace! Through the maw of insanity's finest caprice a cradle of torments is unfolded. Thunderous yells, madness came in the means of a storm dressed in deep red, spent like an abused menstrual strain. Alas, for I shall not, never die. I am wombed out to slay, to bequeth, tears as jewels from your fears twixt shivers of visceral lamentations. Coffin lovers gather around this grave, the tomb where Men fell clasped in magnificent decline. Frayed existence drowns in an eternal distrain, echoing. No prayers. No confessions. Guilt is o'er all meaningless words, ruin shattered convictions I spat my poignant scourge, it portends adversity and pain. Vagrant beings, upon thee... Madness...! Bray, ignite the lunacy choirs. Let me hold your loss, the assistant comfort of killing you. Spawned forth, craving, vitreous death took form in flesh, now and ever blaze that warms my wilt.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Unbend the legs widely, maledict, shit and let it profusely downwards. What valuable ass of yours thus talented of longings and vagaries. Leap in a twisted dance engaged by harsh smell. You nail grind the cunt, unreluctant. Bite yourself expecting to be fukked sans faltering. Howl in vertigo as blood seethes. Moisten deeply in piss, let the forbidden odors seize throughout. Compelling the entree of objects, all that exists suitable to fukk yourself with. Fornicate, wounding jaggedly the skin. Expect bestiality, exhaling anxiety. Leap in a twisted dance engaged by rut and frenzy. Rancid womb from where only pestilence comes forth, you are analogous to disease propagation. I am the outcome of derangement, breeding. I do not reject thee as my mother. I do not reckon you as a whore.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Charming features lying dead. I promised I would come to your funeral, hither am I. Attention whore, all are here for you, the few that came, they regret and already miss the fukks undone. Ponder your achievement, bitch! I am not able to discry if you smile. Even lying there, in the brink of lethe, I surmise you deserve an upbraid. Thy lips often sucked whatever in front of them. arousing cum leakages to gush like Bacchus bittersweet wine. Such awareness constrains and deranges me. Will earth engulf such lavish flesh? It could yet grant me so many engagements and the most notable delights! If we could be alone for some moments maybe farewell was more extort. I ought to caress me in the flavor of these reflections. I do treasure these mangled scars left by thee. Having your ass once more I could go further! The dead do not bleed and in life it was never an issue to abuse your behalfs. Both natural and those swiftly acquired. I cum. Self restrained. I vow to you my finery thrill, ephemeral. You will never know what you are avoiding. You died. Slut!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026