How to Torment an Open Heart

I.

The raven died cursing the dove
In our last story of true love
The Lolita cried while entwined
In shackles of sexual design
And no one heard her perplexing screams
When all was left but miracles and dreams

II.

Men are such sad, sick little beings
All capable of devouring things
Giving into perversions because love hurts
When sex only turns to make things worse.

III.

Oh, hark, the [jealous] angels sing
[hatred] to the [human's] king
[hate the] earth and [passions] mild
God [the] sinners [killed that child]
((Accredited [not for] Charles Wesley.))

IV.

Look naught for a dove when in need
For you'll be --CENSORED-- by purity
When in need of a true friend
Seek only this one: the dark Raven

V.

Just remember our joyful Lolita cried
When the raven that killed that --CENSORED-- dove died
In chains, in pain, in terror, in vain
We cried for the children
Our rights we gave way
Satan knew How To Torment an Open Heart
When God's angels betrayed crying "HARK!"

What purer beings but angels should inherit the earth
God gave it to humans he dammed by birth