Once kissed in this rain
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But now tears stream down her face
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Controlled, broken, and lost
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Without resource to sustain
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A choice stripped away
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Morals lacking thought
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Graze of skin
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Touch of death
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Or create life
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Unto affliction
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Raped by blind ignorance
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Of Man and Holy Spirit
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Condemned to burn forever
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And suffer in silence
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Anyone with a cock
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Has no right to decide
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Devoid of sentient viability
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[Solo: Brandon]
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Keep your hands of their fucking bodies
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Forced to revert to endless malpractice
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Spoken for by the blood on her coat hanger
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