CYPRIAN QUEEN

For all my sisters who worked the streets till they couldn’t work no more.

Call her cynical, bitter, insane, But call her always by her proper name. Cyprian Queen – now a crone By society sentenced, banished and stoned. In the realm of heaven sanctified. In the realm of earth crucified. Judged and jeered by one and all. Jurors deaf to the angels’ call. The angels call, they soothe the pain. They call her always by her proper name. Cyprian Queen by life dishonored, by life itself disowned, Rise to heaven, there awaits redemption’s throne.

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