Painted as a Scarlet Women

post resemblance of past applicants
love is trembling in your abstinence
money from the market, your the target
your sexuality for hire, managed casket
victim of whom? whats the profit?

murder left her strangulated
without ears of course one cant hear
no feet no service, so much for life
absolute monarchy, which is which?
the officer smirked, no thought of church
just of her intestines tied around the sink

often remarks, what a whore
but life is life, who's to fight for what is right
a lady, a maid. a goddess, a scarlet woman
to me she's dead, but I still will pray
God is righteous? indivisible?
believe what I know, but death is death

and no one deserves to die in pain,
like the lady from my painted monarch breath...
just end us, Mother Mary my flower to Zion
take the pain of death and let it bloom scarlet to blue