It gets you going, associating sex with destruction.
You click on the titles, destroying her, destroying her body,
You feel so powerful watching those videos with that language
Of sex, the language of abuse, the language of debasement,
The language of objectification, of shredding, tearing her sex apart,
Destroying her, they are coding you, baiting you, feeding you
The images of her destruction, that your sex can destroy,
That it gives her pleasure, that she enjoys her destruction
By several sexes, and that she loves to have you watch her
Getting torn apart, getting stuffed, pounded, killed, language
Goes a long way, and you watch and you learn, you absorb, you
Remember the faces she makes, the pain you see as pleasure,
The consent you imagine without a doubt, the images projected
Straight into you, straight into your brain, you lose rationality,
Empathy, your cock is focused, she wants to be destroyed by you,
You can do it, no doesn’t mean no, no leaving space for an imagined
Yes, it’s a game, destruction, her body, useless, worthless, in your hands,
She craves to be destroyed, that’s her language, that’s her intent, that’s
Her desire, you think? They infiltrate you, and you get addicted to the idea.
Fuck her to death, the hole, all of them filled, that’s the language, right there,
It gets you going, cut off from the body that is hers, it’s a fantasy turned
Into reality by you, that’s how you think of her now, that’s how you do things
Now. You feel so entitled and omnipotent, destruction by your sex
That shreds, that tears her into pieces, tears on her face, pain in her face,
She loves it, they all act, they all like this, giving her the treatment
Of your destruction, splitting her, halving her sex, you trusted what you
Saw, you absorbed the language, the message, bought the act, enabled it as factual.
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