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Content Rating Notice: GC -- May Contain Graphic Content
Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended
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My Master Piece
This one's a little darker than my normal stuff. It may be offensive to some people.
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I love your pain,
makes me so insane.
I want to twist you, taint you
make a canvas of you.
My master piece, my whore

I’ll cut you, slice you,
does it entice you.
I know you’ll want more.
I enjoy your pain, my pleasure.
Your just my canvas on the floor

Do you feel victimizied, violated,
filled with fear, eyes dialated.
Time to take me inside,
give up your stupid pride.
Your my tapestry, nothing more

Beg me, plead.
I’m going to make you bleed.
Rip my back, dig your nails.
It’s ecstasy hearing you wail.
Love it when I score

Now that I am satisfied,
cast you aside
You filthy whore,
don’t want you anymore
My master piece completed
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