Victory in Defeat

A child is burning in the house of whores      
Sold by the father because they were poor      
Dragged away and tied to a bed      
Raped and broken in a dim toolshed      
     
Two years from then, she was a well-trained treat      
every position she mastered for the creep,      
Who stole her virginity and called her meat      
     
Little did he know she was not so sweet,      
On august fifteenth she would have him beat      
While giving him head she used her teeth      
his anger and shock was wrought by the feat      
     
He broke her nose and slit her throat      
Her last breath was a gleeful gloat      
When he left his anger behind,      
He shuddered and cried
   
the victory was mine