Wicked Queen:
If it hurts
It has to be cleaning you
Erasing your sin
And making you whole
If it bleeds
It's just you being reborn
Under angel wings
Slashing your flaws
I can see your need to pray
Upon your knees
Above I sit
In my chair
The wicked queen
Of all your nightmares, and all your dreams
I'll kiss you
I'll burn you
I'll make you perfect
For much of love is pure loathing
And pain is U-FOR-IC
I'll make you feel so much
You'll be once again clean
And if you cry
You learn
And if you dream
You can be queen
I've tasted heaven
But longed for hell
To relish in all my torment
Cause then once again I'll be clean
And then have to once again get dirty
And if it hurts
It has to be pleasing you
Consuming all your thoughts
Freeing you
And if you cry
Your becoming good
And it hurts
Like being clean should
So pray upon your knees
Underneath the wicked queen
For never has indulging in sin
Felt so wonderful.

©ACristani April2002 NYNY

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