Eleven - Inveracity

Let me purify you from the filth of flesh

You are not like the others

They are whores

Now my little beauty

Feed my fucking thirst

Trust your father that loves you

I caress you and you cry

Unconstrained erection with your tender flesh

I penetrate and you bleed

Pedophilia

I raped your innocence with filth

You lie unconscious, I have no guilt

Don’t loathe me