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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Oh my beautiful Daughters what have you done to the men of the Earth, turning the roar of men's' love into notes of shame and whispers, discoloring the gallant glow of trust with untempered lust for popular worth, I made you to be embodiment of something sacred, a steadfast source of Divine sincerity in the chaos of Man's struggle to be heroic, to soothe and inspire His hope for honor, to be the hand he could hold in the tremor of dread, in the Begining you did this much and more, exceeded the seed of my dream, making Them historic, But you, my remorseless and rabid Girls sought to be worshiped as a cult of marauding maidens of madness, a horde of haughty harpies wanting glory your own, thrones tailored from supine bones, pleasured as predators of Princes and paupers saddistic seducers of troubadours and savants, making " high minded " heros helpless on the cliffs of your thrills, Oh my ravenous Daughters what have you done to the hearts of men, what have you become with speared touch and rough laughter, warm in love sport and cold in lip lies, the Furies have your fame and faces framed in black flame the day is soon when your beauty will become ashen, charms unmet with passion, and the Furies will befriend you adorn with thorned fashion, feed you a vulture's ration, Nemesis is on your terrible trail of predatory travail She to unveil the wail of your reward's gale, my lovely Princesses, my girls of gnarled gain a wind storm of lovers' cries flies towards you a punishment Holy in it's honor and horrible in It's hit, bite you shall, sixfold from Humility's tit - J.A.B.
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