Forgive them Father above
It is in your house that he sin
In pleasurable throes of immoral act
Not once, neither be twice but three times again
and again
Love taken away by hate
Spite runs, long and fast through the soft beating heart
No amount of distance apart
Can dull affections of fury and amorous twins
Blood stains and sweet champagne
Mother cry for Father
No sorrow for sweet innocent corrupted daughter
Bitter whore is she for knowledge of the act
Runs deeper than the sin
Spit on the grave of both
Curses of disdain on double rotten heads
Forgiveness she said to the holy man
Will only be brought when her body is dead
When blood and disgust no longer haunts under the skin