Catharsis
He breathes in silent longing
As she finds joy in his despair
Ignoring all discomfort
His limbs asleep, his mind aware
Running of his forehead
His fevered thoughts drip to the floor
His shame her greatest triumph
She holds a key, he is the door
"Mercy! Mercy!" Screams a thought
"The night was long and I am broken
O please have mercy on my soul!
Accept my patience as a token."
Comfort him with words unspoken
As you wield your wrath and smite his flesh
May skin be bruised and pride be broken
Increased catharsis
Lash upon lash
Strike, o Goddess of Redemption!
Raise your hand against your servant!
Crush the body! Cleanse the soul!
For he is the embodiment of abomination
The demon of his failings
Sips wine atop his aching back
She weighs upon his ego
With every word, another crack
Comfort him with words unspoken
As you wield your wrath and smite his flesh
May skin be bruised and pride be broken
Increased catharsis
Lay lash upon lash upon lash
Strike, o Goddes of Contempt!
Let his existence feed your fury!
Destroy his masculine misconception!
For he should know he is not worthy
Running of his forehead
His fevered thoughts drip to the floor
His shame her greatest triumph
She holds a key, he is the door
As she finds joy in his despair
Ignoring all discomfort
His limbs asleep, his mind aware
Running of his forehead
His fevered thoughts drip to the floor
His shame her greatest triumph
She holds a key, he is the door
"Mercy! Mercy!" Screams a thought
"The night was long and I am broken
O please have mercy on my soul!
Accept my patience as a token."
Comfort him with words unspoken
As you wield your wrath and smite his flesh
May skin be bruised and pride be broken
Increased catharsis
Lash upon lash
Strike, o Goddess of Redemption!
Raise your hand against your servant!
Crush the body! Cleanse the soul!
For he is the embodiment of abomination
The demon of his failings
Sips wine atop his aching back
She weighs upon his ego
With every word, another crack
Comfort him with words unspoken
As you wield your wrath and smite his flesh
May skin be bruised and pride be broken
Increased catharsis
Lay lash upon lash upon lash
Strike, o Goddes of Contempt!
Let his existence feed your fury!
Destroy his masculine misconception!
For he should know he is not worthy
Running of his forehead
His fevered thoughts drip to the floor
His shame her greatest triumph
She holds a key, he is the door
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