I am the Whore of Babylon,
Lo, my throne,
Lament for each bone of each saint I have built it on.
Fantasies of grandeur,
Also prescribed as delusion,
Telling a narrative through mental illustration,
Enchanting me in its glamour.
Death sentencing any chances of finding a lifelong companion.
Woe, for none shall woe for this wretched wench.
Explain how he was explored upon in every inch,
Nibbles erotic, in private and public, kisses romantic then platonic,
Clenching hands, whispers that only love understands, but lust reprimands.
He will surely die alone in penance for his sins.
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