The Withered Have Been Delivered and Denied

The withered have been delivered and denied. The quenching needs to be satisfied, then devoured. Thoroughly devoured. The certain demise of what lies in between your thighs. The orchids will no longer bloom for you. Seething teeth shred the denial upon your tongue. More words wasted than swallowed. Gagging on rotted remembered memories. Swallowing the prided prize of shame. The gender will surrender with absolute splendor. All cocks and cunts are the same. Wanting. Needing. Tasting the others fulfillment. A lost fulfillment. Given away. Lost within a disdained charity. Clarity was never part of the agreement. You signed the contract on your own free will. There is no point in crying over spilt blood. You have beautiful teeth. It always looks good if you smile when you are in pain. By doing so, no one will ever be able to tell you are dying slowly from within. Just put on the mask you usually wear during the holidays, when the pain is at its worst or its greatest. No one will ever be able to tell the difference. Sadism is now one of the most common serviced goods. Not many people are buying, but everyone is selling it. The world is filled with pieces of shit, who are always trying to sell you something.

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