Raven
On killing you he'll torment your body
And skull your nice'll become a bowl for cognac
And lips divine, subjected to marauding,
Would be torn off. That's all. What else, my dear?
But can't deny, that it's a great idea
To feel his armes around your pleasant waist
And knowing all about the future tortures
Still linger moment, savouring his taste,
And hear once from him: "Buenas noches"...
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