Rapture For Rapists

Everything you did to me Is already done to you What a weak man it takes to rape You can never take my essence In fact your muddy mutters rather Sound like desperate crimson cries of an infant One who had too little of this too much of that And still your parents are not your scape goat You choose to try and take what is lacking inside of you You refuse to strive and make your soul worthy of a view that even sinners have a shot at redemption and forgiveness So as sordid sips and Freudian slips you dip inside ME trying to find YOU...oh lost soul. Here is what happened to me after the rain shame and defeat dissolved I remained a level of anger that is quiet and reserved but strong as in an activist You can not take my innocence for your strength It does not work that way for I am a magnet I pull your strength and grew the balls you wish you had to be a real power that flesh between us is temporary but the soul we have is eternal and you stain yours with cruelty and lack of worth.