Six inch deep, is buried a sin
in sacred goddess, under whom I preach
A key to keep, scars under my skin
a beauty tigeress, beyond my reach
Leapt on bed, smelled of rose
charm she wore, made for ghost
Lips blood red, inferno arose
beautiful whore, Queen of most
Yet I saw, on fruits of hope
deep craving, for my heart
Stained warsaw, flower of dope
still stealing, my lustful art
A present cropped, a crown lost
tribute of treason, doped manifold
A future chopped, vicious frost
without reason, stole my gold
Begged for freedom, asked for hope
in my dilemma, I lost both
In the death's dome, shadows of dope
cursed by emma, left without cloth
Yet I still, would reap her heart
heavens dove, in her adobe
No curse for this kill, searched to depart
for new love, across the globe...
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