Lay down the remnants of hope,
He had asked for too much.
The son, now a criminal.
Hush!

No one knows, no one should know,
He would be cured;
I'll cure Him, corner Him,
whip till He bleeds my thoughts
To contract to love her like He would his lover,
A Man is to love a Woman!
I know better, I am Nature.



A fine girl She is,
just not raised right.
Isn’t Her dress too short,
Yes, She was asking for it,
Knowing, the animal that I am.
She likes women?
Hush!

No one knows, no one should know,
She would be cured
I'll cure Her, corner Her
**** Her body, soul
cleanse Her with my tar,
For I know better, I am nature;
I "created" Love, as He and She did Blasphemy