I HEARD HIS BREATH AND FELT HIS HEART BEAT
HIS HANDS WERE COLD AND OH SO INDISCREET
MY INNOCENCE ASIDE HE DEVOURED AND STOLE
MY AIR ESCAPED ME...NOTHING...NOT EVEN MY SOUL
THE MAN THAT WAS TO BE THE ROCK, OUR SUN AND
HIS PRESENCE, HIS PRESENTS, IMMORAL, BUT ABUNDANT
INNOCENCE STOLEN, VANISHED, NOT REMAINING
BY MY KING WHO LIFTED THE PURITY, NO LONGER SUSTAINING
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