If history has taught us anything
Evil is the ever remaining constant
Facts still remain
Fictitious nightmares will always be a soothing lullaby
Equivocally
To the degenerate Hell perfected
By the nature of sin
Carnal beasts are unable to abstain from the disease
The spiritual contagion
Morally emaciated souls voraciously prey upon society’s vulnerable
Subjugate and misuse
Unmistakable symptoms of absolute power
This should convey a dark echo
From the pages of forgotten history
Heed the screams of the Divided Concubine
Her scarlet letters have been stitched
Woven into the delicate skin that she once clad
Harken her unspeakable tale
My form was chosen
To protect the master’s nakedness
From unfitting purposes
I was carelessly cast into outer darkness
Into the depths I plunged
Devalued by every sexual deviancy
Til daybreak I endured the mounting of wild beasts
One by one
They used my flesh
Master master I wept
My pleas for mercy killing yielded no fruit
I looked upon a new savior
A kinder evil romanced me
The sting of death made an offer
Oh how could I refuse
My final breath was death’s dowery payment
Betrothed to Sheol
The grave became my consummation bed
Until the resurrection do us part
To this day the Divided Concubine rests
Unaware that her blood born tragedy ignited the fires of purification
Decree of extermination was etched upon her lifeless body
Dismembered methodically and divided for the twelve tribes
Each one of her members sealed with the master’s signet
Replicating the merciless declaration
Of total annihilation