This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Swollen with liquid
Ready to burst
A load of my lymph
Will quench this dead body's thirst
One month in the grave
Twisted and half decayed
She turned a putrid yellow
I pissed in her maggot filled asshole
Fucking the rotting
My semen is bleeding
The smell of decay
Seeps from her genital cavity
The smell was unbearable as I unburied her
I cum blood from my erection
I feel it run
Down her throat, swallow
Eyes glassy and vacant
Body dug up to play with
Skin greasy and naked
Tonguing her rotted anus
I need a live woman
To fill with my fluid
A delicate girl, to mutilate, fuck and kill
Her body exceptional
She thought I was normal
But I wanted more
I came blood inside of her
Choking on the clot
Gagging on the snot
Gushing blood, from her mouth
Bloody gel leaking out
Body buried in a shallow grave
Unmarked for none to find
The sickness I have left behind
Undetected go my crimes
The greatest thrill of my life
Slit my own cock with a knife
Violent, climax, serging serum on my skin
Back from the dead
I am resurrected to spew, putrefaction
Ready to burst
A load of my lymph
Will quench this dead body's thirst
One month in the grave
Twisted and half decayed
She turned a putrid yellow
I pissed in her maggot filled asshole
Fucking the rotting
My semen is bleeding
The smell of decay
Seeps from her genital cavity
The smell was unbearable as I unburied her
I cum blood from my erection
I feel it run
Down her throat, swallow
Eyes glassy and vacant
Body dug up to play with
Skin greasy and naked
Tonguing her rotted anus
I need a live woman
To fill with my fluid
A delicate girl, to mutilate, fuck and kill
Her body exceptional
She thought I was normal
But I wanted more
I came blood inside of her
Choking on the clot
Gagging on the snot
Gushing blood, from her mouth
Bloody gel leaking out
Body buried in a shallow grave
Unmarked for none to find
The sickness I have left behind
Undetected go my crimes
The greatest thrill of my life
Slit my own cock with a knife
Violent, climax, serging serum on my skin
Back from the dead
I am resurrected to spew, putrefaction
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