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We are the sinners stripping on the sidewalks, always working to the bone on our scratched and scarred knees,

We are the scapegoats who always get pointed at and singled out.

We are the bad news that is always printed in the newspapers or smeared on the tainted TV's,

We are the ones that the church warned you about.



We survive off of the tragedy tree's forbidden fruit,

We screw for every reason except for the purpose to procreate.

We separate the seams with our three fingered salute,

Lowering Heaven down from the skies and bringing it to a more satanic state.



Our favorite game is show and suck,

Playing spin the bottle in second grade to be paired up with our next masochistic mate.

We don't kiss until marriage but on the first date we fondle and fuck,

Our parents and priests tell us its well worth the wait.



Our morals have been raped and our innocence is hidden,

In bed we pose and form a splendid sixty nine, but on the streets we frantically run in a figure eight.

Its taboo to hold hands, but touching anything else is far from forbidden,

Dangling my worm on a rusty hook for any fish to feed on... the whole naive school falls for the bait.



When a prayer turns into a plea,

And sex spontaneously becomes a chore

Is when the sadistic sluts of society

Want you even more.



...No one is one hundred percent straight,

No one is one hundred percent gay,

We don't introduce ourselves until after we mate,

But we simply like it that way...



We are the pure pedophiles parading on the playgrounds, patiently waiting for our turn on the sex swings,

We are the conceited that corrupt the country with condoms and cum.

We are the narcissistic who capture an innocent angel and viciously rip out her delicate wings,

We are the ones that your families told you stay away from.



We feed from the forbidden tree's tragic fruit,

We devour and demolish purity from a poisoned plate.

Our hormones are screaming but our mouths are stitched shut and remain mute,

Waving "farewell" to forgiveness while flirting with a flaccid flower's fortune and fate.



An orgasmic orgy is our favorite spectator sport,

Playing pin the pony and purposely planting the seed in its crotch.

Our perpetual pleasure will always be felt at this permanent port,

This type of torture and turmoil we cheer on and applaud as we watch.



Our salvation has been sacrificed and our redemption is out of reach,

The nuns' legs have been pried open and we broke into Heaven’s heavy gates.

The juice drips off our lips and lands in the Holy Water as we enjoy each delicious peach,

We would be completely content with this nutritious nourishment if it were the only tasty treat we ever ate.



When commitment becomes a crime,

And chastity transforms into a whore

Is when the masochistic mannequins and mimes

Want you naked on their frigid floor.



...No one is one hundred percent gay,

No one is one hundred percent straight,

The once horrific predator has painfully become the perfect prey,

The antidote will arrive just a second too late...



We are the enemies who gathered all the virgins together and crucified their promises to God on a corrupted cross as their innocence was eliminated and unfurled,

We are the yearning youth of this wicked world.