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RHAX — Paris
Published: 2009-10-04 23:55:37 +0000 UTC; Views: 148; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 2
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I’m worse than Eve with her shining fruit.The snake was a man;
(and God, he had hazel eyes)
In case you wonder, he spoke with a Parisian tongue.
I’ve thrown my metal belt out the window,
the world could hear it crash down.
(and God, he doesn’t mind)
Chastity was never a dress I wore well.
I could be stoned,
but I’ve been saved by a hungry populace
who eat bared flesh with starved eyes.
(and God, I satisfy him)
Commercialism has taken root and sex is the harvest.
It’s one investment that never fails.
A thousand years ago no harlots covered magazines.
Betrayal would have stayed a wistful thought.
Instead it rampages through me;
I’m left a shaking, stuttering whore.
(God, where is my guilt?)
There is no creature more faithless than I,
so give me my siren’s harp and send me away.
The worst part is that I hardly tried.
No is a word I’m not familiar with.
He has the desert in his blood,
a place where women still walk covered.
How they must hate me; my heels and naked chest.
How they must hate that I have him.
(and God, if anyone burns it’ll be me)
