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The Fuckin Bad Guy
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: In a place where people don't judge me for drinking vodka by the gallon and taking advantage of 18 y/o highschool girls
Posts: 11,347
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Tested Before God
God's Game of Cat and Mouse
Everyone said that Julie shined brighter than any star in the skies,
Haters would constantly murmur whys? but I sat transfixed in her eyes,
Or the way sweat would bead on her thighs, made my veins boil inside,
Yet every night that glimmer would hide, I mean the glimmer of pride,
Although I didn't get why she didn't prepare, even I felt my glare,
But it seemed she still wasn't aware, as she sat flippin her hair,
All the while livid I stare, frothing from the mouth...I didn't care,
As her crimson lips flipped a kiss in the air, I was on my way there,
To claim my object of affection, and press my face to her complexion,
Knowing for a minute it was just the two of us without a misconception,
No detectives prying questions, and no chance of divine interventions,
Just sublime retention, that would cloud the mist to distant sections,
The grating moans of her objections, yet she would soon suffer no more,
She was a beauty in puddles of gore, the kind you only hear of in lore,
Yet there in a heap lay before me, this beautiful specimen of misery,
Her once prevalent life a mystery, and she goes to God...her victory.
This notches yet another gloomy day, because I had to come in and slay,
A girl whose golden locks had stiffened like clay, as she drifted away,
Making me reminisce on her laughter and hiss, I was a master at this,
Yet she seemed to cackle with bliss, indeed she was such a clever miss,
Yelling to me "I cannot grow till you eat the rest of me."
And I froze stunned, thinking could it really be more bated trickery?
Because to see such things repeatedly, is to coincidental for reality,
Now crying re-living the memory, because Danielle sat hesitantly...
Looking out on the land, Wiping tears from her eyes with her hand,
Tempting me so that I would demand, us going off together hand in hand,
Yet the ceremony lasted naught but a night, she didn't want to wear white,
But I never saw a deadlier sight, then the beauty of her lustful plight,
And my lust was ripe for my love, curling our toes as if from above,
Our passions collided, they never subsided, but a dove died that night,
Causing the raven to croak nevermore, she was lost on that sandy shore,
While I lay in a bed of gore, wondering what in the hell I could've tore,
That would have lead to such a demise, yet I felt a sudden surprise,
Surprised at the fact I was aroused by the blood, this was my demise.
History seems to keep repeating itself, it's reaping the wealth,
Mounting against what's left of my pitifully faltering health,
You see I guess it's my fault that I was both blessed and cursed,
Hung with a eighteen inch cock for which my lovers would thirst,
Yet everytime that I expanded to burst things turned to the worst,
At first, I thought that this was just a once in a lifetime tragedy,
But every girl that I drew into my bed, would gasp when they gave me head,
Yet after the foreplay I'd fuck them raw, leaving them gaping and dead,
I never did it purposely, but I tore apart their flesh nervously,
Yet they looked so pure with their flooding me in burgundy,
So I look to God wondering what has become of his gift and his curse,
Weeping at how many lovers I've tasted as they were put into a hearse.
Topic:
Does God still love me from the wrong that
I do? - Does He forgive my sins if I ain bein true?
- I sit alone disgusted cus I dont seem to do right....
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Ghost...
Quote:
Originally Posted by Quriosity
let's not sugarcoat the situation. got life left and the league crashed.
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Hi Haters
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