Why I mourn with an inner eye and tears invisible, to the fire of a male fauna's lust...!Mature

I have to be my own weapon; Whether I am weak, wrong, or wild, I can't forget that as a girl I have a battle to fight- A battle that could scar my soul, And steal my sacred skyline, Where my body and my feminity meet...! But I say God's daughters will be protected, No matter how much of our pride satan rips-off naked And rapes, Like a virulent, victorious vulture Enjoying our voluptuous, physical delicacy, Of virgin flesh and feminine scents, Freshly unwrapped and boiled, In manly steams of shameless torture, Disappearing into the sky of dark memories...
The End

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