She lay bare on possessed bed
truly a bed for god
an angel to rape
a beast to taste
Crime if lips not touched
crime if virgin
god, don't dare to call me
sun don't dare to set
Cold gives way to warm
god make way for devil
our souls one
the union of virgin and whore
Submitted: November 25, 2010
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