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Harm a lady... Dare you, to harm HER!!! I will deliver you there, slowly And with much enjoyment on my part. And then I will petition your new master, Apply for the position as your torturer. With each scream, vindication. With each moan, retribution. With each sob, elation, as you linger, in eternal torment, as I provide the same, Think on HER...and the wrong you have done... I shall. Do Demons Dream? My Dark poetry.... |
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