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In an empty bathtub you collect.

Skinned clitoris to consume.

You willingly immerse yourself in the blood.

Contentment overwhelms you with immense vanity.

Of torn flesh.

And shapeless clitoral bodies.

Draining the clitoral blood.

You quench the passion divinely.

A clitoral bath is for you.

You raise the blood in the cult now.

She makes you divine again.

But you will remain a virgin again.

Clitoral blood is not enough.

You put it down the drain as waste.

You cut and poke your body.

You waste your blood in vain.

You're dying slowly here, now.

Drenched in blood and vanity.

Your body is slowly cooling down.

The clitoral bath is not enough for you.