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The Goddess Who Stole My Penis Lyrics P.T. Grimm


P.T. Grimm - The Goddess Who Stole My Penis Songtext

So multi-faceted the gold plated ape face will struggle for a post. Venerable.
Grinded against the erotic shield which acts as a gauntlet to the chaos we occupy.
But when I see the ivory I feel the harpy calling me.
Not satisfied at all with with your physicality. Unsatisfactory. Venerable.
A valley of green with children, serene. With fifteen senses and nothing obscene.
No prophets here, ignore the sphere, do not adhere to this severe career.
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