Smell of corruption in the house of goldnShe fends off phalli and hideous tonguesnAnother finger inspect her cracksnSo many fiends are movingnShe tries in vain to shriek the faultnBut creeping snares are waitingnAnother finger inspect her cracksnTainted temptations to fightnnShe'll recieve the lash for reasonsnThat she doesn't understandnAnd then she'll cry nAnd she will praynUntil she will feel nothing butnBurning tears that close her eyesnBut cannot stop their handsnnSlow dissolution of her beliefsnThey always put her lord on kneesnAnother finger inspect her cracksnNew pleasures that you're learningnAnd she goes straight, she follows godnBut creeping snares are waitingnAnother finger inspect her cracksnTainted temptations to fightnnAnd you're so pure, Justine!nAnd you're so pure, Justine!n