Blasphemous gudinna dyrkan

Does it seem like I care about what god thinks? Fuck your god. Fuck your religion. It doesn’t fucking exist to me. Maybe in your little bed time book I’m a harlot but in real life you’re a sinner. Sinning for this body. Sinning for me. And you love the temptation. You’re weak to it. You can play pretend all day long but you can’t help yourself when it comes to this. You know you’re helpless and horny. A sinner like any other. Goon out to your sinful ways. Get off to it.