Steeple Fuck
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Steeple Fuck
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I've been buried by the commoners of
Unbelievable misery buried into a hole,a
Grave of pure malice
Gutted out by the commoners they bring
Such enlightment
I'm departed from organs that once kept me
Alive
It was not i, surely not me that thought her
To be dead
It was not i,it was my mind that stabbed
Her in every orifice it was my mind that
Lied her down...upon my bed of thorns it
Was not i,it was my mind that captured her
In my home the pigs go in,the hogs come
Out...commoners they do stray and they
Gut me...they come to take my corpse away
And it was only my mind that pulled her to
The steeple only my mind that cut her up it
Was myself that undressed her but my
Mind performed the fuck
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