OF THE FIRST AUTUMN RAIN
A GIRL WAS BAPTIZED
BY THE UNHOLY WORDS OF HATE’
16 long years went by
The girl left untouched by a virgin hand
Blessings were never given upon her
Hatred poured like rain
Never did a day pass when she didn’t cry in vain
Misused and humiliated
She was named after a prophesied whore
Looking back on your past – I realize
Oh my god it was –– it was you
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