She threw the first stone, 'cause she's as 

Clean and virginal as Mary, yeah, she's going 

Steady with God, while I sit in my lukewarm 

Ring of hell, weaving thorns,

A crown for the pathological 



Her mouth, her tongue gilded with heavenly 

Grace, my gilt of drugstore lipstick; lock 

Up her forbidden fruit, her wispy angel's 

Taste, her wax-candle angel's face, she is 

Holier than thou; I'll tear that dress, 

I'll bloody those sheets. 


She's pink lips and china blue eyes, she is 

An abstinence, a verse, a glimmer in the 

Collection plate; angelface, I'm the curse 

In your bedtime prayers,


The End

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