Let us build a nation for fornication
where bareback we will ride
Each blow up doll and hairy moll
for man to come inside.
Love will be unspoken
in the sect that satan found
With every woman whoreified
Compliant to be passed around .
They’ll be something for everyone,
for the rich and for the poor
Beggar thief and soldier boy
Some tasty flesh to lure
And loosen their belted trousers
From their homes of love and care
To trap them without out warning
in this bare-flesh baited snare.
The bishops and the priests
Will have nuns to shine their brass
as their croziers unfurl
to explore the caverns of their ass.
They’ll be tents packed with negro women
once again shackled to obey
The taste for lustful debauchery
that never went away
They’ll be cells for humiliation
for those addicted to torture and to pain
Where they’ll crack the whip with relish
Or in bondage have them chained .
Love will be forgotten
as each erogenous zone is explored
As the bodies mines the pleasures
What once gallant men adored .
But now with lustful apathy
Divorced from sweet romance
They flay about and conquer
What once was laid to chance .
But soon they will discover
That lust when satisfied
Is an but empty vessel
Where seduction tongues have lied.
Empty now the soul,
is more lonely than before
As the red light hides the misery
Of each tortured trampled whore.
How I hate that word like a uniform
these girls and women wear
With masks of painted faces
with eyes so full of fear.