Before me stands a host of angels

And I, knelt before them, ask for grace

One approaches, I dare not look

But he grabs my chin and lifts my face

Dressed in Glory, Seraphs, naked

Throbbing cocks like spears in hand

It is a sacred duty they demand

To be Heaven's chosen cunt

One by one; They take me all

With every thrust I beg for more

I wish it'd last forever

I want to be a whore

The vision fades; my eyes clear

She lifts her face from between my legs

Oh I know you do my dear

She grabs my hair; it's my turn