She was young and sweet
Not more than a child
She loved to roam
Picking flowers so wild
She would sit by the stream
Listening to birdsong
Complete happiness
Her future to dream
He approached from behind
A stranger so strong
'I didn't know what was happening
and it felt so wrong'
But the bitch must have wanted it
Because we heard no cry
She must be stoned
Die Harlot Die!
Not more than a child
She loved to roam
Picking flowers so wild
She would sit by the stream
Listening to birdsong
Complete happiness
Her future to dream
He approached from behind
A stranger so strong
'I didn't know what was happening
and it felt so wrong'
But the bitch must have wanted it
Because we heard no cry
She must be stoned
Die Harlot Die!
... it's so scripturally accurate!

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