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Infatuated With Sickening Thoughts

Dislimb

Unshaven legs, seven years old You're my prey I've seen you around, all over town I cannot Keep you out, of my mind I must fuck Your little ass, like never before Indeed...
Pull up my van, fast as I can There you are Open the door, pull you inside You're my prize Park in a field, then I reveal My throbbing cock Ignoring your screams, pleasure it seems To be...
God Blistering pain has become your fate For I'm inside my favorite place Fuck you hard then leave without a trace You'll be missed, as I don't forget a face Go home, wash up, then catch the news Parents, police, cry the fucking blues Business as usual the very next day My next victim is coming right my way