People choking on their own aftershave;

Dressing up the parts they must behave.

Dare not step to the left or to the right,

Lest it be for their lord’s delight.

That dress she wears,

It calls to me.

That scent she bears,

Makes fantasy.

She kicks around the air

Her legs shimmer bare.

These hands clasp together

To prevent thought forever

Their lord destroys their heart

With a fearsome powerful art

They love the pain He brings,

His voice to them it sings

She dances left when lord says right

Her shape laughs he strikes fright

He rapes the world but she,

She is red against the black and white.

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