on burdened scaffolds stood an insurgent above contrary virgin ground
the embodiment of hecate as she watched the sun go down
and in the public censure of the demonic young girls lust
admonishing eyes gave to her their sins in a veil of trust
and as the beast of virtue lowered her head to weep
she bequeathed upon the virgin ground an ocean at their feet
so that whence the sun did rise again, gods lambs could surely swim
through their own hypocrisy, the sin that dwells within
kill the whore then we kill much more of what lies in us in secrecy
and sweet hannah, be you jesus, the martyr of pure honesty
the burning felt twixt her porcelain thighs would ignite the fire that would consume her
and with them would go their own lust, though the injustices would mature
and when ripe would emerge as a hole through scorned hearts, the ever revered mark of hannah
whose impiety lead to her earthly depart
the throng rebuked her as the devils slave, though they cowered in fear of her bravery
and whats worse, they did not realize that they too were whores but in gods slavery
sweet hannah, holiest of all, for in the flames enveloping her flesh
she broke light through what even god could not, the resonant nights darkness
cursed by satan and god alike for she could not be blindly led
from that night on her soul would linger stained lustfully blood-red
and in the eternity made light by ripe truth, hannah carried the sins of her assassins
and her faith stayed proud through the thickening wood
where the dissenters held midnight dances
that night the black smoke ascended
as the holy men cried out, blood for lust, blood for lust
so their own might be drowned out
and in the blackest caverns, the improper cast down their humble eyes
for the one and only sweet hannah, jesus in a whores disguise