The Harlot's Kingdom

The harlot likes to fornicate,
She has no faith in God,
The words of Satan are her voice,
"Seek pleasures of the bod."

At our birth, she corrupts us all,
Before we have a choice,
Carrying forth her legacy,
"In lust, we shall rejoice!"

In 'truth,' she has no interest,
Her mind is on desire,
And when she ever is opposed,
She retaliates with fire.

Her glory rises from her strength,
Her pride comes from her wealth,
So just be sure you pay your way,
If you value your health.

The blind who come to worship her,
She causes them to sin,
And when she's had her fill of them,
She dumps their rotting skin.

The virgin, though, does bring her shame,
For her, she holds out hate,
No greater fear is there for her,
Than confronting her fate.

She knows her death is imminent,
The day that brings her end,
When her followers are no more,
To hell, she will be sent.

The virgin will receive her groom,
The bride, the truth of life,
The harlot will not have a home,
On earth, no place to hide.

But until then she'll reign as queen,
Seducing far and wide,
Unbridled pleasure everywhere,
But no one satisfied.