Hostage X

Rooms of Rome in denigrated applause, i stage a riot and whisper the fuels of factions, I saw Him come and held in his hands was a whip for me, laughed in his face and told Him use that on me and the day you breathe will be your last. I saw Rome at night it was taken by presidencies of crafts, i rejoice in pagan applause and find climax in war locked whores, Yield and show yourself to the ni9ght, i want my breathing to curse delight i want a sausage in my mouth yet i know it turn to gall once it reaches my stomach, Prophets held in crimson tides of blood spill i do account, Don't try to be in harems at Bay it will lead to sorceress in debts, Harbor views i burn in mews Nothing can envisage the delicacy of cock come right. Held hostage by the Brothel in my North