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WED-LOCK

When a hungry creep took off its veil, a thousand muscles creeped forth. Woman you look so great, and so on and 'ON'. They hunted her for the melody of love, went aghast with a flowery trick, happy with the pleasure of heaven, until she knew the fire is near!

Creepy crap was filled with blood. Months of burden and solitude, alas drained it with the liberating pain. Alive, breathing, the blood had voice. But slender, flimsy, it spoke with awe. Creepy crap did not understand a word, she could only listen to the beat of breath. Worried, anxious, she gave her ribs, and she drunk with the pleasure of desire. I can't kill her, nor can I litter, where has gone those thousand muscles? She cried for help and a call answered, who has asked you to remove the veil? You sought freedom and here it is. You sought pleasure and here is your heaven. Modesty and chastity are indeed my gifts, and for those who guard it is indeed loved.

A muscle approached with might and mane, pierced with the spirit of modern art. He said, at the age of scissors and genes, you can cut the blood whenever you need. Let us drink the wine of love, and let our solace be on plastics and scissors. O' woman you are strong as us, throw away your veils, be free and fly. His flowery trick evolved for muscles, and poor creeps unknown of self, unknown, she falls to the brink of pit. The voice was still in the depth of wisdom. O' man, we have given you wisdom and mercy. And you kill an innocent blood for living! In the love of this world mercy is lost, O' man indeed you are heedless to the words. The muscle took a dip in the voice, baptised, he went in the voice of repentance. He proclaimed the truth for the muscles and creeps, modesty was spread with just and speed. Creeps hid behind the veils, muscles shed their eyes down. Clad with faith and clothed to throat, they all lived a life of piety.

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