THE PROSTITUTE
No truth but the darkness of a woman
Blackly alone
No joy or hope
Only to madness doomed
So you lived.
Chained by those who call
Love a filthy lie,
You must serve man’s twisted passions
And in this servitude rot and die.
Forgotten of life, I mourn for you,
As I also mourn what I must do.
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