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"The Berserking Call" by Nore

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My heart is enraged
I'm chained down...

I see you in front of me...
In the bed of a fucker...

All he cares for, is a fuck
All he wants, is your pussy
He savadgely takes off your clothes and touches you

Grinning and looking at me suffer in my corner
I try to move, but my body won't move
I'm critically injured
My weary eyes watch the whole scene

My whole self, is being torn apart.

He touches you further, as he unbuckles his pants hastily
Touching your breasts, feeling your breath on him
As you curse him in every possible ways

He spreads your legs and makes you stand still
He caresses your nipples, as he gets harder
Rubbing himself against you, as you try to get away

Every inch of my body is shaking, I feel like I'll go insane...
The call of the berserk is pretty tempting...

She cries out my name, she cries out for me to save her
My strength...

He's fucking her, his dick's already far into her
Giving her the fake pleasure we all know too much
A spank here, a slap there.

Harder already, he's cumming all over her
She keeps on crying, while looking at me with despair

I can hardly look at her... I feel like shit...
I must save her... it's always been my duty

A roar...

He's laughing at my pitiful tries to get rid of those chains
He stops pleasuring himself, and comes up next to me
Winging his dick in front of me, as a sign of superiority
For he was inside her... and not I... For I was useless

He punches me hard... and it keeps on coming...

I start laughing at me, and she's laying there, looking at me with hope and confusion
For I must do something... I feel strange

I scream like I never screamed before
I destroy the shackles that were once bounding me to this suffering
I stand up and fight him

She cries...

I make him fall, and I go on a total beatdown.
I leave his corpse on the corner, where I once was
He lies, not budging for a single coin.

A whisper... A voice...

I come back to reality and realise...
He hadn't the time to do anything of this

She was just naked there... and his body was lying there.

I kneel before her, and ask to be forgiven...
However, I now wear the Berserking Call.




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On Friday March 16th, 2007, silent circus (400) writes:
and you still amaze me......i dont know what to say, but this actually touched me.........wow...~*dani*~


On Wednesday March 14th, 2007, ShatteredFaith (238) writes:
holy shit this was awsome!!!!!i love it~Amanda~



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