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Hello, my name is Javan. It sure is nice just to have ya. I’ve got a story that you might like to hear. So, if you could open both of your ears. The story starts out like many others. A boy in a bar looking for lovers. Then a girl enters the room followed by fog reflecting the moon. She takes a seat next to him. And he can smell the blood on her lips while he’s touching her hips. Oh, yeah. And he can taste the blood on her lips while he’s kissing those lips those lips are so lovely dear. And she’s loading him on beer and speed then she whispers come on baby baby let’s leave. So they exit the bar, then exit his car and go up the stairs and enter the room. Then she starts to undress. Oh, he can feel her breath on his neck taking each step. Oh, she’s gorgeous. She’s so gorgeous. She opens his mouth and puts a pill right in. Then the room goes black and starts to spin. Well he should have known that her love has shown him his fate. She’s Satans best mate. That pretty girl taking her dates. Oh, its just her hate. He wakes up the next day. Gets up from his bed, and walks to the bathroom. There’s a message on his mirror. It’s written in red lipstick. It says “sorry boy but you have got a disease, you should have been more of a tease and have a nice short life. You bad boy you should’ve stayed home.” But she could smell the lust on his lips while she’s placing those hips just right. And he couldn’t miss her kiss that lustful kiss. She’s just another demon collecting up boy’s souls. Come clean, I’ll rip your body from the mud. With the Devil’s lips, I’ll kiss your name and rattle it around my teeth. Show faith young child. Raise your filthy hands to god and show me the spirit the south would give grace for.
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