HARLOT BRIDE

HARLOT BRIDE
A mere harlot,
a dirty w***e.
Tainted with impurity,
yet it's this child you adore.

Weep for me,
adorn me with the tears of your beauty,
for I wear the robes of ash.
From a tree you bled,
for me your blood shed.
Die to self, a beautiful suicide.
Take me as your harlot bride.
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