Prayer

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!!!