The Blessed Whore
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Dragged to my knees
Silhouettes visible through the strands of my hair
Judged by the hypocrites
Invitation to the devil's lair
Soul impure
Loathe endured
A'gain I find myself impure
Played with my bosom at night
Stayed away in broad day light
The mask of righteousness you wear
Reveal your true ill self I dare
My time I knew sss'about to end
But wait, I see the man ahead
His gaze below engrossed in scrawl
I saw my Ray of hope befall
With auth-o-rity he raised his voice
The one who has not sinned - assault!!
The stones that were ..
raised to destroy
Dropped to the ground
Wiped out their ploy
Soul impure
Loathe endured
No more sorrow.. I will endure !