Open legs, moist liquid runs down your thighs, silly whore, simple lies.
Pure lust and poison in your words, deadly sins, ungodly times.
What are you?
You don't even know, yet enough people tell you the answer that you so seek.
Ungrateful whore, strange girl.
No you're something more.
A creation even God himself can't control.
Hateful creature, sinful slag.
Hope leaves, you're left alone.
You're wrong, so wrong.