Demonic Lulladies

Devil's Whore

DEVIL'S WHORE

© Sitarra "LullaDIEs" Sefton

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Living in my head is an abomination,
Whispering secret revelations.
Of which I have no argumentations,
To his many explanations.

Inside my mind these concepts roar,
Becoming hard for me to ignore,
All the things that he deplores,
And the Kingdom he wants to restore.

He hates the wealthy corporations,
And the self righteous denominations.
He despises the world's many nations,
And each teeny tiny organization.

He's sick of the sheep who conform,
And the truths they help distort.
His voice is venom as he informs,
Of the tales humans support.

He curses our subordination,
And societies synchronization.
He loathes the way we stand in formation,
Claiming we've earned our hellish damnation.

He's furious at the way we treat the poor,
And how we destroy what we explore.
He swears we never should have been born,
Now, even more than before.

He claims our species is an infestation,
Growing worse with each generation,
But that he knows the vaccination,
To our deadly contamination.

His cure is a world wide massacre,
But he needs my help with the endeavor.
He swears we can do this together,
To trust him, he's the expert.

He speaks of world domination,
And of humanities erratication.
But we can have no discrimination,
In this mass termination.

Sometimes his words need a cipher,
As he tries to convince me with effort.
I can feel myself bending under pressure,
As he reminds me I owe him a favor.

I know he's only my imagination,
But he's such a powerful hallucination,
I'm filled with self speculation,
During his nightly visitation.

My mind belongs to this monster,
It's mine, but he's the possessor.
He promises my will he will conquer,
That I cannot resist for much longer.

There is a strong gravitation,
When he speaks of our obliteration.
And during his truths illuminations,
I swear there is a hint of flirtation.

He's stronger than the great God Thor,
Wearing heavy, cold metal armor,
With crimson blood stains adorned,
On his head a spiked helm decors.

He comes for more than exclamations,
During my hours of desolation.
I am his filthy recreation,
The price to pay for information.

Sometimes he says he's here for leisure,
And I prepare for my night of torture.
He claims I am his precious treasure,
That I belong to him, now and forever.

He shows me affection and adoration,
This, my monstrous animation.
I try to ignore this dark temptation,
While he rapes my mind in exploration.

Sometimes his desires are obscure,
He preaches like a wicked pastor.
I know my role is to only endure,
My naked form he roams like a voyeur.

It seems I have no immunization,
To his seductive intoxication.
Pleasing him is my obligation,
Part of our early negotiations.

His needs are some of the most vulgar,
"Submit and be still," he orders.
I know my painful pleasure he'll absorb,
Making him impossibly stronger.

I admit there is some hesitation,
During his hands molestation.
He pulls me close in frustration,
Demanding my full cooperation.

His little slave, the Devil's Whore,
The perfect pet for an evil Lord.
My inner juices taste he'll savor,
As he feasts upon my sacred core.

I squirm as this monstrous mutation,
Licks away my fearful perspiration.
His tongue leaves behind lacerations,
His blood lust has no limitations.

He chomps at my flesh, the carnivore,
Tearing out chunks with red liquor,
I try not to cry, I know he abhors,
The sound of fear in those he adores.

I feel his throbbing member's vibration,
To endure his hate, there's no preparation.
I can't deny the exhilaration,
Of his sexual violation.

The claw like hands of my aggressor,
Grip at my tender skin like razors.
I look around the darkened parlor,
Searching for any safe harbor.

Then it comes, the penetration,
My screams emit their reverberation.
His thrusts are filled with determination,
To rip me apart during this exploitation.

I weep freely under my oppressor,
As he forces himself even further.
A malicious king, and his weak squire,
To induce more agony, he ponders.

He squeezes my neck in irritation,
To silence my mournful desperation.
His hate for humans is not an exaggeration,
While I choke, he watches in fascination.

He whispers secret satanic lore,
While violently raping me some more.
I look up at this creature deformed,
Knowing my body he broke and tore.

Then I receive my affirmation,
An end to the physical investigation.
He menacingly laughs in celebration,
Knowing I'd cum during his power demonstration.

My breathing's shaky, body's sore.
He declares he'd like a second course,
And asks sweetly if I'd like an encore,
I don't answer, I know the score.

He stays inside me, no separation,
And speaks again of Hell's restoration.
He promises Demonic incarnation,
If I help with the human extermination.

I remind him there are no survivors,
He says my body is my suppressor.
That at the world's end, my soul will soar,
And a darker future we can then forge.

I wonder if it's an elaboration,
When he speaks of my souls elevation.
I know the Devil's reputation,
But enjoy the thought of transformation.

He guarantees truth to all he swore,
Broken and bleeding, I still feel secure,
I know his plan I should forbore,
But it's hard to fight such an advisor.

My mind is the incarceration,
For this demonic manifestation.
His visits are a complication,
Is he real or my dark representation?

I know I am the Devil's whore,
The truth cuts through me like a claymore.
I am his dark fantasy resort,
Bracing against his destructive storm.

The death of all is the incantation,
To bring about his proclamation.
He can live again after the decimation,
Of each and every population.

I know I am the Devil's whore,
I feel like a traitorous martyr,
Every time I listen to this monster,
Using my mind as his harbor.