Prayer

Written by: Eric Zivanai

Sold her soul to a mini-skirt 
threw her morals in the dirt 
spat in sanity's face 
Not dressed but she wore disgrace 
possessed by materials 
Cheap in the eyes of her inferiors 
she became lusts playground 
sexually abound, On heavens list she was not found 
Molested by the spirits she was around 
One day she made that sound 
Death fell to the ground.. 
The sound that made her found 
Not aware, in common air 
through her grief and dispare 
I heard her say that PRAYER!!!