In a Valley called Death As she walks among the shadows of a valley called death She secretly longs to take her last breath So tired of hearing religious men preach, “Believe in our God, trust what we teach!” So she reaches out to lonely men who worship her pleasures with praises of, “Oh God!” as they lay. She’s found a religion of service for pay. As she sucks dry their souls she feeds her power, Momentary satisfaction, getting paid by the hour They don’t ask for much, just her time for a day... Sign in to see full entry.
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