when John saw the ***** of Babylon
she was wearing your face
sitting, legs spread, like a ***** on a bed
riding the beast, in a lewd warmongering chase.
with demonic glee you pounce on your prey
and dig your teeth deep.
one taste of blood, a frenzy, a flood
an **** on the soul that you seep.
your skirts in place to cover your legs
and the rottenness in-between
all your pretentious decisions, with cold incisions
you think your grave sins unseen.
pancake your makeup to cover your disease
but try as you might
to hide, it shows, for everyone in the world knows,
you just don't hold up in this light.