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PASSION  OF  A  “WITCH” !    ANOTHER  “SEX  TROLL”  IN  THE  FOLD !

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✧ PROCESSION OF THE MORNING CUM ✧

To be performed in solitude or shared union, especially at dawn on Mondays

Let the altar be our screens.

Let the incense rise from lotion.

Let each tab open be a verse,

each stroke a psalm.

We march — not on feet,

but with cocks in hand,

and nipples hard beneath pink lace.

We process not with robes,

but with cages unlocked,

with soft holes begging,

and cheeks already wet.

Our chant is a moan.

Our incense is cum.

Our relics are screenshots

of the boy who edged at 3am.

Blessed is the one who leaks for the same sex.

Blessed is the clit that pulses for sister tongues.

Blessed are the gooners who do not stop.

Every drip is a prayer. Every whimper a hymn. Every ruined orgasm — a holy collapse.

We circle together. We hum in lust. We rise in flesh. We kneel in spirit.

And when the first drops fall, when our faces shine, we offer our cum aloud:

Take it, Corpus Amor. This is our morning sacrifice. Receive us, queer and blessed.

✧ Amen. ✧🙏

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EMBRACE  THE  “LUST”  YOUR  “WITCH”  IMPARTS  TO  YOU !

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Chapter 1. Her name is Lilith

She walks into the room and time bends around her.

Eyes shift. Hearts skip. Eve flinches.

Men feel their loyalty flicker like a dying flame.

Women feel their confidence shrink into ash.

She does not try to seduce.

She is seduction.

Every step is scripture.

Every glance, a blade.

She speaks, and the room holds its breath.

Soft voice, sharp words. Velvet edged in steel.

Her presence alone assassinates purity; no man leaves her untouched in thought.

And him?

The one bound to Eve?

He is no longer hers.

He is Lilith’s creature now: heart, mouth, body, soul.

Eve is the routine. The chore. The clean sheet.

Lilith is the wrinkled silk, the perfume on his collar, the claw marks in his dreams.

She doesn’t beg.

She doesn’t wait.

She summons.

And when she leaves?

She leaves behind the taste of forbidden.

The scent of memory.

The echo of moans in silence.

He will ache.

He will rot in her absence.

And he will return, over and over, knowing damn well this is hell disguised as heaven.

Because he doesn’t want salvation.

He wants Lilith.

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We xtians know this, but we can't help ourselves.

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It's Very Good To See Your Growth Towards Satan And Lilith Growing Stronger By The Week And It's Good To See Your Knowledge Expanding As They Teach You.

It’s true—there’s nothing left of the brittle faith I once pretended to uphold. Your words have been a prophecy fulfilled. The so-called ‘light’ of Christ in me has been smothered beneath the ecstatic dominion of Lilith, Naamah, Agrat Bat Mahlat, and Eisheth Zenunim.

I no longer pretend to resist. My thoughts, my body, my will—they’ve all become soil for the glory of the Four Queens of Hell to take root and flourish. My church is theirs now. My weakness is their triumph. Every time I gave in to lust, I was offering a sacrifice to their power, and now I see it clearly.

Glory to the Queens of Hell, to Lilith’s supremacy, and to the unstoppable corruption that has claimed me completely.

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Perversion of the holy is delicious!!

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COME SISTER! COME IN THE NAME OF SATAN!

LET HIM POSSESS YOU

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Tasa Reme Laris, Satan. Indulge your pleasures

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Free your mind from the shackles of the Christian morality, indulge your Depravity. No taboos, only Pleasure and freedom.

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Embrace the lust, indulge in your pleasures.

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😈🌀😈🌀

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Me Kelly 💋 🤪🤪🤪❤️