So lay a woman struggling
Twas a gruesome sight
Her breast were slashed
By whites with fearsome might
Crazed brothers with raucous laughter
Standing about her with killer machines
She whimpered at approaching white
Poised to ravaged her spot of cupid fire
None felt nothing
Yet she whimpered
As he climax with great labour
With small balls in lust fire
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