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The Fair Sex

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An empty face slavery whips
The slave is yours the joy
Of torture a hellish grin
A belly perverse and fat cutting
Eyes up breaking the bones
Sick ecstasy the inferior must
Crouch does the deepest smiting
Force satisfy suicide fade
Out mentally ill suicide fades
Out the avenger's words to the victims:
Grab your shadow-t-shaped tortures
And grade them down and leave
Your basement torture far behind
And now the avenger faces the tormentor:
Accept the scene you may cry
Out accept your death accept
Your death we're serious boy
This is the black revenge hell is
Waiting for you say bye to secrecy drink
Your own poison the way out sole
The way out suffering will wait
So you're the weaker toad