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Get away from the reality of

life, forged you are in trouble

ill be loving you all the time

and become a part of your

mind ill get into your brain to

steel there what remained

you wont even feel it, tippling

changes into orgasmatic

spasms you sweat and vomit

its clear you need me

you keep coming back to

tricky friends bound by the

same fate you wont change

feebleness woos depressions

master achieved his aim

youre lacking energy in your

crotch you helped kill

yourself many thanks

my master

you keep coming ...

feebleness woos ...

you se your conscience puking

over a drain have a sip, gulp it

down, the children will get

their portion of thrash then

no ones gonna give you back

the energy drained from you

dont think of your children

theyll chuck you out one day

the hair youre hanging

on is yours

i am your master