Beelzebub offers one porcelain hand
The other examines my torso
Slowly I waken-
Satan remains
Dependant existence-
I choke on the taste
My nakedness shames me-
Lucidity fades
The seed of a demon was planted today-
Conceived of Beelzebub-,
Succubus rape



















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