Childs Dead Innocence - Overcome

In these days of lust can we still prevail?

Rive out our hearts as ounishment if we fail

Disgust ourselves with the worthless impure

Potency for the day as we endure

Disguised disease is seen as pleasure

Distraught in thought given your glow

Abandoned thought mistaken measure

This sexual snare will never slow

These selfish minutes, destroying years

Read the words of lust

Spelled out in tears

Child’s dead innocence

You can’t retrieve prostituted virginity

You’ve done it all

No stranger to the fall