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Sep 27, 2009
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DeMona's Revenge: Some Violent Content/Explicit Language
Through the darkened forest
Admist the quiet branches
She stalks back to their lair
A strange woman's smell
Polluting the air
The closer she comes
The faster she runs
Halting behind a tree
All her senses heightened
As she glances around
Eyes flaming red
With hell's deepest rage
As she tracks the bitch down
Stepping into the clearing
She hisses wildly
Sweat pouring from her brow
Trickling down her lace bodice
Between milk white breasts
The odor is stronger
Almost suffocating
It smells like whore
Tryin to get with her man
Into the lair she races
Pulling the bitch off his chest
Claws raking down her cheating back
As she flicks the flesh from their tips
She throws her to the ground
Lifting her back up
Dragging by snarly, brown roots
Into forest's eternal darkness
Smashing her picture perfect face
Against the first tree trunk in sight
Jaw bones cracking
Nose bent to one side
Where oh where can this
precious little Beauty Queen hide
Blood trickling down her face
Teeth splintered against the wood
Laying her naked body down
To finish the job
Crushing down
On her delicate chest
Deflating her a size
Sharp heels
Cracking Ribs
How long does it take
To make this bitch dead?
Sinking to her level
Face to face
Taking her head in hand
And as her neck snaps in two
Hanging from a thread
DeMona can be heard laughing
Smiling a bloody grin
This is a warning to all
Think before fucking with me again
Admist the quiet branches
She stalks back to their lair
A strange woman's smell
Polluting the air
The closer she comes
The faster she runs
Halting behind a tree
All her senses heightened
As she glances around
Eyes flaming red
With hell's deepest rage
As she tracks the bitch down
Stepping into the clearing
She hisses wildly
Sweat pouring from her brow
Trickling down her lace bodice
Between milk white breasts
The odor is stronger
Almost suffocating
It smells like whore
Tryin to get with her man
Into the lair she races
Pulling the bitch off his chest
Claws raking down her cheating back
As she flicks the flesh from their tips
She throws her to the ground
Lifting her back up
Dragging by snarly, brown roots
Into forest's eternal darkness
Smashing her picture perfect face
Against the first tree trunk in sight
Jaw bones cracking
Nose bent to one side
Where oh where can this
precious little Beauty Queen hide
Blood trickling down her face
Teeth splintered against the wood
Laying her naked body down
To finish the job
Crushing down
On her delicate chest
Deflating her a size
Sharp heels
Cracking Ribs
How long does it take
To make this bitch dead?
Sinking to her level
Face to face
Taking her head in hand
And as her neck snaps in two
Hanging from a thread
DeMona can be heard laughing
Smiling a bloody grin
This is a warning to all
Think before fucking with me again
— hardcorechick28, Sep 27, 2009
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raskin
16 years 8 months ago
my goodness
hardcorechick28
16 years 8 months ago
this is
Geezer
16 years 8 months ago
DeMona...
hardcorechick28
16 years 8 months ago
im trying.....
Geezer
16 years 8 months ago
You are doing well...
hardcorechick28
16 years 8 months ago
thank u
KINGZOMBIE
16 years 8 months ago
I love it
hardcorechick28
16 years 8 months ago
thank you....
Candlewitch
16 years 8 months ago
=0
hardcorechick28
16 years 8 months ago
great suggestion