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our lady in the dress of tulle
too pure to paint her face;
the innocent but not the fool,
the everlasting grace!
you've changed since all those weeks ago,
since all those people fell,
though petie-pie and stephie know,
well, they can never tell.
your velvet step's still well-behaved
although your mouth's demurer,
and by your works the town is saved;
the world is all the purer!
so they can call you nerdy prude,
at least it means you're clean.
nobody mourns a dirty dude
who's murdered at eighteen.
endure the gaze of horny heads
and lure them down your path,
to where you snare them in your threads
when you unleash your wrath!
the act may be demonic, but
through you, it feels divine —
you are the righteous angel that
they cannot undermine.
you are the wielder of the axe
of abstinence and will
you are the faith that cannot lapse,
the hands that clasp to kill,
to save each persecuted prude
a kingdom in the sky.
nobody mourns a dirty dude.
they all deserve to die.