You're like the angel atop my tree,
Impaled and still, yet beautiful.
If only you could see yourself,
As a decoration. I'm looking at you now.
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Enchanting silent night,
Holy body, holy blood, holy fuck,
Hark, the painful screams are ringing,
And flowing through my veins.
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My star, you are shining,
Even after death, never fading,
You are my decoration,
My prize, my angel.
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You're like the angel atop my tree,
Impaled and still, yet beautiful.
If only you could see yourself,
As a decoration. I'm touching you now.
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Lying beneath my tree,
My present, unwrapped,
Your delightful body wants to be touched,
I play with it, you're my toy.
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Enchanting bloody night,
Holy body, holy taste, holy fuck,
Hark, the lustful screams are ringing,
And flowing over me like sweet music.
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You're like the angel atop my tree,
Impaled and still, yet beautiful.
If only you could see yourself,
As a decoration. I'm playing with you now.
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Sweet toy, I wish to play,
And touch, and taste, and feel,
Sweet toy, bringing me so much pleasure,
My decoration, my plaything.