Blood Has Been Shed

never asked you for a thing
yet you pushed me aside
on bended knee I served
and that day was the birth of a slow death
defiler I was meat at your table
I would pay not to fall from your grace
my blood and my tears were tokens
I was waste to be expelled
to you I was just a number
forgotten on the chopping block
my blood flows like any others
to find pleasure in my disgrace
you held my life in your hands