Christ, I Fucking Hate You!

Her father lies bleeding, his blood on my hands Gratitude apparent, her sobs turn to signs of relief Touching her tear-stained cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes she worships me as a god We embrace pa*sionately on the floor, spreading her legs My fantasy fleshed forever…. I shove myself gently into her, gasping she smiles and cries Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin whore [f**king her, this is my Fantasy!] Father knew better than to take that away His d**k only went in her mouth and her a*s I am the one whom she'll remember always As he who made her tremble with first orgasm My body now growing numb I don't know why I can feel my insides changing into…a god [What is wrong? Who am I becoming?] I become her Jesus in the flesh Blood on my hands pouring from gaping holes She gets to f**k me! The Son of God! A fantasy she has for pain I inflict My hands slide up her bre*sts so slowly And constrict around her neck tightly… Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is delight As I climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated face Suddenly her Christ is gone and so is she He took away my only pa*sion in life And now all I have is a pile of broken flesh His possession has robbed me, and all I feel is hate… CHRIST, I f**kING HATE YOU!!! CHRIST, I f**kING HATE YOU!!! CHRIST, I f**kING HATE YOU!!!