Always Believe the Man.

He played the a soulful piano
Every song about her
His sorrow came through and its sympathy he incurred
He spoke of a heartless woman
Then of a goddess in human
His heartbreak spoke louder
Than any truth that might imbue him

So one day all the villagers
Led by the women who felt his plight
All gathered under the street lights
To meet at her house round midnight

They dragged her whore ass out
Right into the street
Stripped her naked and staked her to a pole like so much meat

After taking turns plunging then whipping her into a heap
They finally set her abaze
It was a moment meant to teach

In her diary that was found late into the
next day
Letters upon letters of her pleading for him to stay
Asking for him to love her but he had too many others
That shared his bed and were deemed as passing lovers

He used them all and drained her dry so she decided to leave
And afterwards he started singing about dried summer leaves

The villagers now saw his words were as deceitful as they come
But it was too late, what they did could never be undone

No one speaks about that day, but one thing is known for sure
He disappeared soon after
Searching for more girls to make whores.