Testo Child's Dead Innocence

in these days of lust can we still prevail?
rive out our hearts as ounishment if we fail
disgust ourselves with the worthless impure
potency for the day as we endure
disguised disease is seen as pleasure
distraught in thought given your glow
abandoned thought mistaken measure
this sexual snare will never slow these selfish minutes, destroying years
read the words of lust
spelled out in tears
child's dead innocence
you can't retrieve prostituted virginity
you've done it all
no stranger to the fall