---trigger warning: contains implications of **** (read at own discretion)---

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the preacher's son wears such clever disguise
that his true wolf hide comes as a surprise.

the preacher's son steals covet touches on the sly
and I can't escape no matter how hard I try.

the preacher's son tells me everything is alright
as he takes advantage of the cover of bleak night.

the preacher's son shreds my modest skirt
tells me to ignore the blood and hurt.

the preacher's son claws into my frozen vestal skin
and convinces himself that I led him into sin.

the preacher's son covets maiden purity
and vilifies me when I become *****.

the preacher's son is an expert at sweet-talking
and his slick words have a way of destroying.

the preacher's son with shifty smiling serpent eyes
denounces my righteous cries as slanderous lies.

the preacher's son is done teaching me
and walks away with his born again hands clean.