She wanted it, they said,
She wanted it and more,
Look at how she whimpered,
Moaned like a dirty whore,
Look at how her legs were spread,
Even though they were not tied,
Her pink tulip dripped morning dew,
The way was opened wide,
She had taunted us and teased us,
Through other women's faces,
And left all us wanting,
Hearts turned to barren places,
Let her feel our brand of justice,
Right between her legs,
She made us love and now we hate her,
She drained us of our moral dregs,
"When we are tired and done,
She will know now how we felt,
Justice has been served,
Let her carry the burden delt!"
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