COUGHING INSANITY PART I

... and so She understood that Chaos was just a product of Her Imagination. The wetness cried out by her Thies was just a sign of Weakness. The crap she was swimming in, was no longer tasty. She opened Her eyes, and the Hedious Cock was holding her Ass, like a Rat holds on to it's Cheesy Reality. The swamp was Her place to be. The Filthy Choir was singing again their song, the ultimate notes to be pronounced by such talented Corpses. They were all begging for Absolution, for an Orgasmic Melody to penetrate their sealed Hearts. They were all waiting for the moment Their Mouths collapsed into an eternal kiss. The sucking could no longer wait. The Cock was still alive, and her MotherTongue was spitting out the violence living inside Her Brain. She was forgotten by the Sperms of Wisdom. She was just the Puppet She could never be. She died in His Arms and mowned as she bleeded out Her Soul through His Fingers: His attempt to rape Her Insides. The End would never come. He would Never come. Chaos would never burst, at least, not Tonight...