Difference between revisions of "Geno 'Bloody Sunday' A 24hr Massacre Special"
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| − | It was a normal Sunday in Cayote West, population 3665. Church was in session as usually. A woman with a very annoying voice sang out loud. She couldn't sing, I don't know who tricked her to believing she had a nice voice but she believed it. The pastor in his white robe began ranting and raving about donations never being enough and some other nonsense. I couldn't understand what he was saying. It all sounded like mumble bullshit and blurs. You can tell that it was hit by his put stains and the sweat dripping off is bald head. Some of the women now had a reason to let their cleavages exposed. Fanning themselves with their stupid sideways hat like out of touch royalty. A sickening rat race of sheep following misguided rituals of decades ago. How are they any better than the common soccerers I asked. Then the demon entered the church. He had been there since it all began. Listening, waiting, his eyes suddenly crossed with relief. Sitting right | + | It was a normal Sunday in Cayote West, population 3665. Church was in session as usually. A woman with a very annoying voice sang out loud. She couldn't sing, I don't know who tricked her to believing she had a nice voice but she believed it. The pastor in his white robe began ranting and raving about donations never being enough and some other nonsense. I couldn't understand what he was saying. It all sounded like mumble bullshit and blurs. You can tell that it was hit by his put stains and the sweat dripping off is bald head. Some of the women now had a reason to let their cleavages exposed. Fanning themselves with their stupid sideways hat like out of touch royalty. A sickening rat race of sheep following misguided rituals of decades ago. How are they any better than the common soccerers I asked. Then the demon entered the church. He had been there since it all began. Listening, waiting, his eyes suddenly crossed with relief. Sitting right there in dead center of the church pleasuring himself in open veiw. For what was about to begin gave him a turn on. No one noticed, the men was too busy watching the chior girls behind shake in ritual garment while they danced and sing and praised him glory. |
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Mature Warning Explicit content, Gore, Sexual Themes, Violence
It was a normal Sunday in Cayote West, population 3665. Church was in session as usually. A woman with a very annoying voice sang out loud. She couldn't sing, I don't know who tricked her to believing she had a nice voice but she believed it. The pastor in his white robe began ranting and raving about donations never being enough and some other nonsense. I couldn't understand what he was saying. It all sounded like mumble bullshit and blurs. You can tell that it was hit by his put stains and the sweat dripping off is bald head. Some of the women now had a reason to let their cleavages exposed. Fanning themselves with their stupid sideways hat like out of touch royalty. A sickening rat race of sheep following misguided rituals of decades ago. How are they any better than the common soccerers I asked. Then the demon entered the church. He had been there since it all began. Listening, waiting, his eyes suddenly crossed with relief. Sitting right there in dead center of the church pleasuring himself in open veiw. For what was about to begin gave him a turn on. No one noticed, the men was too busy watching the chior girls behind shake in ritual garment while they danced and sing and praised him glory.
