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we are the maids

the ones you killed

the ones you failed

we danced in air

our bare feet twitched

it was not fair

with every goddess, queen, and bitch

from there to here

you scratched your itch

we did much less

than what you did

you judged us bad

you had the spear

you had the word

at your command

we scrubbed the blood

of our dead

paramours from floors, from chairs

from stairs, from doors,

we knelt in water

while you stared

at our bare feet

it was not fair

you licked our fear

it gave you pleasure

you raised your hand

you watched us fall

we danced on air

the ones you failed

the ones you killed