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Impaled Anally impaled on a ten foot pole Raised to the skies as a trophy Praing for my blessed death Pain tears my ravaged body Vultures gather to hack out my eyes Mind is fading as my body dies I am the anal Christ Hanging limp and close to death Inhaling my last pained breath Vision fades from red to black As someone nibbles my ball sack Humiliated and no manly pride Father why has thou ass fuc*** me I am the anal Christ
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