Rambling whores

Tis wicked womanly ways that scorch my soul

Bite this trembling heart filled with pain

Whores rambling between the beds of men of riches and fame

Blackened thieves tortured and be raved

Hooves aloof to the road when wet, no one beckons me to come

Son of blood I am cast out

Died for your sins I think not they shout

Twisted my head around my neck and turned my insides dark

Misspelled your name and slandered you behind your back

They care not for the feast, they eat and drink the wines of wicked women

Calling into the dark paths of treasure we seek the gold

Lamenting her tortured soul with silver dust and trinkets of old

Shaking the bed frame, back to the wall hideous beast she cried

For the day of reckoning has not passed into your house as of late

So lay her lifeless whoring body down here with me

Scrape to my chest the wickedness she has given unto the children of the blood

Seek vengeance where there is none to seek and you shall be rewarded nothing

Take the riches away from them, students of sucklings she has bore

Take this lifeless body and cast it out away from youth

They would kill if they could kill the whores of tomorrow you see

Seek the one truth - none can take from thee

Ashes be broken over time and now I see

written by: Derrick A Jasper January 27th 2015