A PAY TO PAIN


I stepped into the world of darkness;
That vain of pain brought a weakness.
My soul fling alone; thy body in vain,
A stranger besides, bossy hands to gain.




A pleasant nature as little heaven;
Filled, with contentment at eleven.
My soul fling alone; thy body in vain,
A stranger besides, bossy hands to gain.


Whore!; Hooker!; Harlot!; enrolled main,
Thy fame vanished ain't my soul stain.
My soul fling alone; thy body in vain,
A stranger besides, bossy hands to gain.



Thee gain Lust thy Whore;
Thee gain Pleasure thy ignore.


 

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