I gave you violets to wear
sweet nectar to drink
and you trampled them under your hooves
and got drunk on sexual power
shall I see this sadness and wail
woe is me? are you for real?
I'll dress myself in lilies
and drain every drop of the poison....
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
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