Madam Dolcett

I am Madam Dolcett
ive come to your lair
please come to the table
and pull up a chair

i see you have  guests
theres plenty to eat
look at my butt
start with my feet

collard in silk ,
no panties i ware
am i not gorgeous
do you like my hair

plump breasts spill out
manicured toes
take a bite
ill hold a pose

demonic friends
need love too
thrilled at there sight
my cunt turns to goo

curtsy smiling
manners i have
ive come to be eaten
do you like calve 

brain washed im not
death is for me
a nice hot oven
i hope you like pee

to my dinner guests
i bow and i scrape
i like it so much
you cant call it rape

as the guest of honor
soon to be eaten
i receive an ovation
ill be tenderized and beaten

slit her gut open
shes a feast they cry
what a sexy ass
shes begging to die

removing my robe
legs spread apart
on the table face down
please tare me apart

hands are clamped
and ankles secured ...
my head lifted
you'd like me cured

head on a block
knees pushed up so
ass is perched
would you like a toe

hands out stretched
im pretty when i smile
split me open
excuse my bile
 
at the dinner party
all howl with delight
as she cries fuck me please
shes so sweet and shes tight

we come from behind
our cocks in her ass
she farts like a bugle
oh wow its mass

hell where demons
with lots of hot scum
poops on the table
lets drink some more rum

come fuck me sweet
your so bad
tare me to pieces
is your name vlad

scum down my throat
cut my belly to pieces
unwind my intestine
eat my fices

my eyes are candy
pull them out of my head
eat my tits
i love to be dead

stick a spike up my ass
send me to hell
light me on fire
im in a spell

two buttery cocks
im my mouth at one time
with hot lava devils
fucking me blind

two up my ass hole
long daddy strokes
oh hell yeah
burn me with ropes
 
working my cunt
licking my clit
knock me  around
this must be the pit
 
being fucked
and pulled apart
its so much fun
it must be art

its getting intense
i think i feel sick
my anus run through
scured on a stick

its time for the end
get the big knife
finish me honey
im tired of life

the guest gather round
for the crescendo, the kill
out pours my blood
oh what a thrill

im ready for the oven
i go in still alive
turned up to 450
i blister and writhe

I am Madam Dolcett
ive come to your lair
please come to the table
and pull up a chair

dinner is served

This poem is about: 
Our world

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