Thinking with the best solution in my head
I rip the flesh from the dead
I feast on their brain
Then all their blood I drain
Then I go to her
only as her romance not her follower
Next I tear her clothing
with great feeling of self loathing
I fill her with terror
I gave her pleasure
In the night, the moans
at the graveyard, the groans
No caring of my satisfaction
I plunder her hole of deification
She grabs my arm
Causing minimal harm
tearing into my flesh
Let blood and sweat mesh
The cold inflicts with our heat
Heat produce from our slapping of our bodies of tasty meat
I lay her on a tombstone
And laid into her my bone
She screams of delight
I start pushing with all my might
She is done
Now it's time for fun
As she dress
I make the mess
Brains splatter every blade of grass
Then I bit into her cold lifeless a**
She who was once up roaring from lust
now quietly lifeless in the dust
I have obtained my pleasure
To whom her life force, now lost, can only measure
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The Scrpiture of Horrorween
Fiends, Ghouls, and Ghastly revenants of Samhain. They all met me and told me go forth and right a holy book... of HORRORWEEN!!!!
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I don't look a thing like Jesus, but I talk like a gentleman.