Queen boudica

The enemy is within, it is already here
The rape and the torture costing us dear
When all seemed lost and looked to fall
One stood strong, one stood tall

In the midst of fear and panic, one shall rise
Under the watchful gaze of gods in the skies
Queen Boudica, Britain’s heart and soul
To make distant tribes become one and whole

With a spear made of vengeance, she struck
revenge in earnest, destroying all she took
women were seen as weak, under roman rule
and for this misjudgement, they played the fool

Relationships are for the needy, the perfect and the weak
the love will go stale, you'll shout, yet never speak
or worse, a silence, dense as pure gold
will weigh down the heart and crush the soul
now dont get me wrong, i love the smell of pussy on my fingers
but the scent never lasts, its the fucking bitterness that lingers
They come.......
Aphrodite's minions to carry out these deeds
Wretched fiends, that sit demonic steeds
They come...
A group of five, cloaked in black
to bring pain on remembrance of time at our back
They come...
The senses.