I ne’er breathed ‘til I first cried; And cry, I now; since humanity has died. Yes, the world is dead! D-E-A-D! Yet, I still pray for my daily bread… D-E-A-D? Is that what you heard me squeal? Oh yes! Isn’t it the dead who do not feel? I am an object of your desire- amorous; To you, I’m “raven-haired”, I’m “glamorous”! But was that a boon? Or was that MY bane! I unknowingly trudged the Devil’s lane… You penetrated my innocence, for your delight! In God-knows-how-many houses of the night. “Godparent” has since been given a new meaning; Something shamefully demeaning! This “(gl)amorous one” has been grounded, Ever since the fleur-de-lis was upon me, branded! As I await her Ladyship to remove her famous blindfold, I can only but feel life ebb, and cease to hold… --- Dedicated to ‘innocence’ that has been torn away from the many innocents worldwide. Please… Let us join hands to stop chi...
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