Listen as she weeps
Deserved tears of the harlot
She sobs as though a child

The AUDACITY
Of pretending to be worth something
She is guilty
Of impersonating a lovable being

Reserve your pity
She deserves it not
For the things she has done with her hips
Could destroy the world

Not a holy book exists
Which does not warn of her:

...and with great pride and haughtiness did she walk, and tho the ground scorched, she wore no shoes. To the master of the house she said 'Take me to thine bed chamber, that I might rest from my travels.'
The master raised his whip to the woman.
'Get thee out, harlot!'
His guards seized her and threw her to the street beyond the city wall.

Spare her not a glance
Acknowledge not her tears
Rejoice in her glorious failures
'Til the day of freedom from her stench

And so, children!
Beware the harlot!
Follow not her path!
And ye shall be saved!