This is a hymn of my melody,
Concocting,to the rhythmic sounds of my
lively waters.
They gave us arms and faint instructions.
Feed us war,greed and survival of the fittest mentalities
I was once a pure young woman 'till stripped off my innocence.
By virtue of perversion,they did as they pleased.
They traded my innocence for some experience.
Breaking eternal boundaries for their own benefits
Once was acclaimed worthy but now I cannot picture it.
These are odes to my bodacious body which...