The water is cold and the sky turned black, the time grows old there's no turning back.
Now it's running all the time, now your days are mine, so give me your hand and i will follow, give me your hand i promise i wont let go.
Ease the steps on the floor, don't punish this road any more your burden started at the door you yet forgot to close.
So now your faith is all mine, and the time, that you clearly don't have, spend it wisely, use it to pray, pray and ask for me to stay.
This was the foolish promise i made, now let's give a look at reality.
So now stop and look around do you see the men going down, and the women don't make a sound, is it fear, or lust, near apocalyptic journeys that ended in the ground, so try not to be found.
They will rape you, eat your soul in the shadows, and consume your flesh in devious pleasure, without a measure of decency, or any piety. Don't get caught, unless you desire a sinful and guilty pleasure. Three or four men ripping your clothes, making you scream, beg, cry, and then the explosion of pleasure, the shame of a poor raped soul, letting the body drip the cloth of punishment.
Some women do find it exciting, others find it violent, some yet find it mundane, a pure shallow effect of sex, the shame, the shame, with no regret.
Run away from this room, dodge this bullet, or you are doomed. Doomed to enjoy the guilty pleasure of rabid sex without piety.
Only the fool will drool and the connoisseur will cherish the mental violation when all your dreams are laughed upon.
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