He is satisfied, his thirst quenched
Sheets wet of Virgin Blood
She is undignified, her body drenched
Tears wept of Virgin Blood
A pool of se(a)men drown her waters and float
Herat bleeds of Virgin Blood
One by one as they f***, I mean
Rock
Her boat
Soul leaks of Virgin Blood
She is not loved, but between her legs
Bed stained of Virgin Blood
Lady of the night, with the man they call bless-ed
Sheets wet of Virgin Blood
Oh heavenly Father
Blessed be her (w)hol(e)y core
Playas play
Polygamy
Men stalk their prey
BUT
Why is she the one called a whore?
'Cause of midnight passions?
Sweet sixteen?
Filled with Baby I love you
Midnight passion it's passed your bedtime
But HIV has no curfew
Minight passion
For n9ne months they charmed and flirt
Midnight baby
Born
into a world of hurt
Midnight mother
Fot the baby she will expose of her breast
Midnight father
Midnight cheating
Midnight beatings
Midnight rests
Midnight rests
Midnight rests
And Virgin Blood
is
dead
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