The Inquiry Of Ms. Terri-The Dear Hunter

A hope removed, a life resumed right here. And the Priest and the Rosary, the buck and the bond between me and me has long since broken. A boy whos grown, too short to see, a table unfolds, to chagrin(?). A life once lived behind closed doors, the irony of the imprecate hold? Such taste(?) feel it ripping me down. A reprise, two times, that time, burn it to the ground. The euchre(?) of mystery, the expiry of misery, the table turns, the sun long, the river bed, and hes alone. The object of affection, conflicted by convictions of indecency, sorority, corrupted by impropriety. The cavalier, she holds of him, in dissonance with experience, a boy who grows, with knife in hand, to fend for her, becomes a man. But she plays fake affection, and carefully lacks subjection, to a gentleman (processed?) twisted desires. Such taste(?) feel it ripping me down. A reprise, two times, that time, burn it to the ground. We dance around the room, my love Ill carry you, and Ill teach you how to (I cant understand the last part of this sentence). We dance around the truth, my dear I lie for you, but when I lie down, Im simply lying to them too