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I am Dennis. There is nothing else you would ever want to know about me. Thanks for reading.
From my friends Crimson Dead
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Season’s Greetings
come festivities, come in glee
as I rally my senses, come to see
like the fragrant bust of nature’s flower
scent the air with life, with power.
auspicious night, this eve of evenings.
sultry delights for men not sleeping.
with lust and leg they walk to church,
with come and breath behind the birch.
being not my place,
for one night’s disgrace
jubilation all round
Santa is in town.
slave dogs pulling carriages
beaten and whipped to fly
like the incubus of winter’s cold
raping cunts, young and old.
forget what lasts till tomorrow.
pieces for puzzles we cannot complete
writhing endlessly in cages of own
pray not, for divinity is gone.
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