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The faded walk
For the time has come to play the drum of vines and sand amor
The icon of the title in the power of the whore
She looks upon with gazing eyes the target of her desire
Clasping firmly on his wallet the payment of this wire
Chicklet, chuckle, shackle, wrap
Ting and tang with a walla-walla-bing bang
All e's do that die the frame of the watt in the eye
Nice dreams, one fate, one reason for this date
Will it be $100 bill or the pants on his neck with a scream and a shrill
Vicodin, Ambien, divalproex, Effexor, too tame
Cocaine in effect...
Make nice, play nice --- the girl did rape
The entry point of madness in the mode within my fate
A graveyard of all places she took me to despair
The impregnation of her womb while I lay unconscious bare.
The memory of the fated night when I lost my virginity
To a whore that saw nothing better to do than to take from me what I need
My purity, my path, my walk in gladness tides... Now 15 years have passed
all the tokens of my virginity taken away by a slut with a crash.
Why did that fated night occur within my broken past, for it led me down a broken path
A path to which there is no draft...
I lay motionless in the doldrums of the windless frame in tide, while laughter rises from above to make my master cry.
We wince and whence the vestige prince of pallor neutral fate... The beckoning call of master mains the reigns of signs and dates..
I break away from fallen tries the substitute for all that cried my omen lost in her despair for all she needed was clean underwear to
wisk away the deed that night that made me sink down to the deepest ocean crevasse or some abyss beneath... I dream no more of virgin
clean...
I used to take pride in my white linen robe now stained with all their blood --- the 3 women who took my faith and drug it through the mud...
Oh let's not forget the man who did knock me over the head unconscious... Raping me to his delight while an 8 year old slept right beside...
I woke the next day praising hours of unconscious confusion... Temptation filled my eyes to see the night of foreign mystery... Why God did shield my eyes
from the night of that dismay... I lay here now at 38 ---- celibate and broken to the core --- how know this I that day shall ne'er come when I should engage in business with a whore… For all the rape and misery I have endured as a young man… Turned me now cold to ideas of love or places for the man…
This isn't over either..
