THE GODDESS RISING SHINES UPON THE INVERTED PYRAMID, THE MOUND OF VENUS MOIST WITH LUSTFULL DEW, A SPONGE, I SINK RIGHT IN, ON A COOL NIGHT UNDER A BLOODRED HARVEST MOON I TAKE IT FROM YOU, BREAKING THROUGH SOFT FLESH AS WE BLEED WITH ECSTACY AND THROBBING AGAINST WET LIPS A CUT VEIN GUSHES FORTH LIFE; THIS I GIVE TO YOU, AND IT IS GOOD
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