I’ll swing the rope way up high
Strongest rafter will comply
Snap my neck with joyful glee
A piece of art for all to see
Naked as the day is born
A crown of thorns
I will adorn
Paint my lips the reddest red
Sacrificial lamb now dead
And as he opens up the door
He’ll see I’ve evened up the score
Shameful infection of a
Twisted mind
Homemade formula for all of mankind
But then …
I’ll leave the best to last
Disbelieve is such a blast
Each will receive a virginal rose
Attached to a packet
That will disclose
All what he has done to me
Sickening
Violation
Of a trusting family
And when he "hangs" his head in shame
My Innocence
WILL
BE
RECLAIMED
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