Her father lies bleeding
His blood on my hands
Gra***ude 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 p***ionately 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 ******
She used to be a virgin *****
(***king her, this is my fantasy)

Father knew better than to take that away
His **** only went in her mouth and her ***
I am the one whom she'll remember always
As he who made her tremble with first ******

My body now growing numb, I don't know why
I can feel my insides changing into a god
(What is wrong? Who am I becoming?)
I become her Jesus in the flesh
Blood on my hands pouring from gaping holes

She gets to ***k me, the son of god
A fantasy she has for pain I inflict
My hands slide up her ******s so slowly
And constrict around her neck tightly

Cartilage and veins popping
Her expression is delight
As I climax, my t***** crown drops
Upon her bloated face

Suddenly her Christ is gone and so is she
He took away my only p***ion 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 ***king hate you
Christ, I ***king hate you
Christ, I ***king hate you