At Random Choose - The Provenance

Both on the ground, he’s forcing her

His kisses hurt like nothing else

He doesn’t care at all pressing himself

Against her, wanting more at all costs

-Crown me your God and I’ll make it worthwhile

Give me a face that you can stand

Let me feel alive for once in my life

Help me see and make believe I am…

Her clothes all ripped and torn to pieces

The shock invades her, he’s in…

The weight of his body, a forceful lock

The wish of being dead, her mind’s blocked

Take your pick at random choose

Her sorrows all weigh even, just hope you’ll never see them

-Let us breed misery, here I come, open wide

I will feed on you, my maker!

You cum as I please, constantly or never

I’m not through with you yet, my maker!

-I left her bleeding on the ground, now she’s cleaning herself

Washing the memories free from her bloodstained orgasm of pain

Well, you can take your pick at random choose

Cause her sorrows all weigh even

And tears will cascade at every choice, just hope you’ll never see them…