A man takes a maiden to be his bride
She wore cherry lip balm, he couldn't stop kissing her
He loved her very much
But how could he be sure she was untouched
The father of the bride went to the city governors
He took them many tokens to prove to them her cleanliness
But even he had to confess
There were dark, unspoken, half-truths in her past
And if the maiden is not a virgin
Then they will stone her until she dies
And if she's laid with forty sailors
Then they will lash her forty thousand times
He took her to the flowers
Beyond the city gates
He wished he was the first one
But he knew he was too late
So he took her with a rage that Lucifer himself could never match
Her red blood it fell upon the yellow daffodils
And when at last he finished, she kept so very, very still
In fact she kept far too still, in fact she didn't move at all
(She's floating up to God and God has open arms)
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