Masters Of Sex – A Virgin Sacrifice is Needed
Masters of sex aren’t show stopping porn actors! Really? In fact, it is my belief, that the REAL Masters of Sex never even knew WTF Porn was. Why? Because they are our ancestors. Think about it. It may creep you out to know that your Great Grandad to the umpteenth what ev’s was one of the true First masters of sex. Think about how far we go back. People, I mean. We’ve been fucking forever. Procreating. Fucking more leads to more Procreating. So On and So Fourth.
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With all that said. Im Sure There were some *cough* PRUDE bitches? and in loo of my absolute favorite Holiday EVER… I give you.
Sacrifice a Miss.
On a Dreary Cold October Night,
The Ravens Sqawk and Hiss
For They Are Calling of The DEAD
To Sacrifice a Miss
Her Hymen but in perfect tact,
her face yet still perfection
Knows NOT that on This Hallows eve
She’s required of the affection
Arise in Thousands…
Dead men will arise in thousands
To pluck the cherry from the tree
She can offer or be rid of
Such sought after Virginity
The dead aren’t finished with her
This tale is not yet done
For days after she’s held captive
and used for Dead man’s Fun
They Gnash their teeth into her flesh
her sacred gift now Lost
They Crave the taste of blood yet Still
Only Miss can pay the cost
She may weep and fight and scream
but it will never stop the pain
Dead Men walk one night on earth
and shant be seen again
The next October see,
When the moon is full and right
You’ll hear the Ravens sqawk and hiss
To warn the virgins plight
So Please Be Sure to listen
Girls of young pure innocence
The dead men lay beneath us
your virginity their pence
Those of us who give it freely
Those of us who give it well
Never saw the dead men
and Lived to tell the tale
Take Heed My Warning…
Please Take Heed My Warning Virgins
of that sacred gift you keep
When it’s time to pay the piper
you will be the one who weeps
Just Stave off the dead men
Though you can’t just run away
You may outwit the dead men
when the time comes for you to pay
They’ll arrive at you so hungry
Starving wild and meek
If the Fruit Tree is now Barren
you no longer will they seek
The Reaping.
Take Heed My warning Virgins
The reaping comes so soon
Each October in the dark of night
Under The Fullest Brightest Moon
Give your Gift on Halloween
To be Rid of This damned curse
You can Choose who gets your gift
Who gets to have you First?
Ignore my warning virgins
Choose to think its all in fun
Be it YOU that’s this year’s Harvest
A thousand dead men and you’re done
I’ve told My Tale of Sacrifice
Of pure innocence blood shed
Each victim of the dead man’s path
now walks the earth undead
They are wounded yet not bleeding
They are sad yet they don’t cry
Tongue removed there is no speaking
No voice to question why
But Ears Are left to listen
To Hear the Dead men walk
To spite the rude reminder
Listen as they talk
They know no peace…
Take and Heed My Warning Virgins
No more question as of why?
For the virgins who’ve been harvested
Know no Peace, they will not Die.
-AA.
Masters of Sex
Oh, my God so fucked up right? So I did one of 2 things either I turned you on or scared the fuck out of you. Either way Now when you think Masters of Sex you won’t just think of all these fuck studs on Porn. You, yourself maybe one of the hottest Masters of Sex. I do enjoy a Good Master.
Enjoy your Halloween!
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