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“You brought it on yourself” they said

Torn clothes, torn souls, wounds bloody red

They blame it on your style of dress

“How drunk were you?” they always stress

“Are you a good time girl or boy?” they press

“Perhaps your morals really aren’t the best”

Well if you claim nothing can be done

And these animals are always free to run

Because you refuse to teach them not to rape

Then accept we’ll teach our children to castrate

You’d cause a storm and claim it's not the way

“But they brought it on themselves” we’ll say.


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