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Jul 2018
And may makes brides of little girls
All dressed up in white
From their toes up to their curls
Purity is advertised
Unbroken ***** on display
A veil to keep her gaze at bay
Offered up unto the lord
Who in his Image did make me
And Eve was put on earth for me
To warm my bed and keep me company
Her sin the loss of paradise
So don't be fooled by children groomed in white
Their bodies born in filth and sin
They robbed me of my garden
And so they owe me everything
Their lives, their eyes, their puerile bodies and their hands
Because as we know
β€˜Man, he did not come from woman
But woman came from man’
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