I grated her cunt
And put the shavings on toast,
Buttered with her tears.

Umbrella shoved deep.
I taper the birth canal.
Chances of shower.

Twelve girls are missing.
I'm better than Houdini.
No prestige needed.

You can suck me off
Or I can bind and rape you.
Either way you die.

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