Unclean Love
another step towards the line of insanity
one more bullet until i touch fatality
truth is not good for the breathing
nor the emotionaly alive
suffering from the day you arrive
honesty was never good for anything
honestly neither was my memory
or anything else you ever gave to me
so father, you touch your own daughter
the birth of the slaughter
why didn't you leave her
could you just have forgot her
because her mind so stained
by every line you crossed
some how you managed to still get off
my mind is so changed
by your bodys direction
it's your own daughter
how dare you
get an errection?
and forget the affection
was there really no other way
for now i am but a toy
that has been shamed
and unclaimed by my own mother
how dare you
why would you
how could you
touch her,
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