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This is a part of something I've been working on recently. Seeing as I have no music to post (and I really wish I did, but I've been lazy lately), I thought I'd post this little bit of writing. It's not much, but it's something at least. And yes, I realise how morally vile this work is. If I turn a few heads, my work is done. This is not to say however that this is written purely for shock value, while I have nothing to testify against that at this point, but I will, soon enough.

Also, this comes from absolutely NOWHERE in my past. So don't get too disturbed.

Here it goes:

My sister is a slut. There's seldom a night where I can't hear her yelping approbation to the Goliath penetrating her every orifice. I see her every day, her squalid pussy, the cum on her eyes. A menacing little harlot at the age of fourteen, (myself being born five years prior to her, on nigh the same date) she studies hard, (Annabelle, her name is Annabelle) it pays off I suppose. When I was four years of age I was given the privilege of beholding in all it's sweat and uncultivated glory the lascivious conception of my darling little sister. The fleshy, lazy Sunday. I watched in silent curiosity (and bizarrely precocious reverence) for thirty minutes my father's phallic slipping and sliding into and out of my mother's enthusiastic and experienced womb. Two horses in a gallant and powerful dance, enveloping their souls. My vehement repulsion still manifests itself in daily masturbatory sessions and vomiting before entering school grounds.

Have a nice day.