Christ, I Fucking Hate You - Vehemence

Her father lies bleeding, his blood on my hands

Gratitude apparent, her sobs turn to signs of relief

Touching her tear-stained cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes

she worships me as a god

We embrace passionately on the floor, spreading her legs

My fantasy fleshed forever?.

I shove myself gently into her, gasping she smiles and cries

Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin whore

Father knew better than to take that away

His dick only went in her mouth and her ass

I am the one whom she?

ll remember always

As he who made her tremble with first orgasm

My body now growing numb I don?

t know why

I can feel my insides changing into?

a god

I become her Jesus in the flesh

Blood on my hands pouring from gaping holes

She gets to fuck me!

The Son of God!

A fantasy she has for pain I inflict

My hands slide up her breasts so slowly

And constrict around her neck tightly?

Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is delight

As I climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated face

Suddenly her Christ is gone and so is she

He took away my only passion in life

And now all I have is a pile of broken flesh

His possession has robbed me, and all I feel is hate?

CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!

CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!

CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!