Unveiled
I see many virgin souls reborn to love but The four letter word wears off her slate Sowing white lilies makes her gardener smile yet blooming of the red flower decides her fate The civil alarm goes by to tie an affluent knot defining her success The podium awaits the master's rate Just a little show of skin and a crowd to impress Free will makes eyebrows lift around as the search ends for bedsheet stains The full moon awaits the judgement of a diamond being Choked by golden chains I see many throats slit by the knife defining character and a little more I see new sharpened dregs Where else to look for the point of moral divison? Her majesty's honor lies between her legs