Paroles de Sister Whore

In the midnight hour stalking around the convent in the dead of the night waiting for the perfect moment I feel a brittle breeze from an unclosed window's pane a shining, dusted casement and its softly creaking frame a moment before mayhem a calm before the storm final unheard prayers from the shadows rises a golden horn she is no more chaste that little cunt of light her honour gone to waste in the darkness of this night she is no more pure that little whore of christ sin's penetrative cure buried her alive next to a nun, a second to fun teaching the pleasures of the sinful flesh holy whore forced under my gun I'm choking her with my dirty, horny fucking breath chastity forgotten as she percolates her never-opened flower soaks, ejaculates