There shall be trouble ahead when
you let a man provide you with food
and take you in from the pouring rain
before a fire
Men have no mercy during night time
You haven't slapped me
nor have you ordered: Lady quit messing around
and open your legs at once
my trembling hand couldn't find a knife
for your lust to drive your throat in
I didn't live to become The devil's whore
or be revived after a hanging
and ask Cromwell for a wedding gift
But I do lead my own war against
the acid you've poured years ago into my eyes
for having refused your marriage proposal
and against the desperate hearts and fingers
of the hundreds of brothers of yours
reaching out for me
throughout the days of my life after you
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