For Maggie Finson

Helene's Song

Trapped in female form
With a chip inside my brain
I must obey its every whim
or suffer tremendous pain

Mostly made to be a wife
keep the house clean and sweep
act as happy as I can
although inside I weep

But sometimes I am commanded
to play the wanton slut
Show off my tits and ass
wear high heels and strut

my “master” laughs on those days
he knows the shame I feel
when forced to beg for sex
pretend our “love” is real

my torment continues day to day
no end I did foresee
unless my “master got bored
and ended my life, set me free

But then this ghost, this girl arrived
she walked through my wall today
knew the truth, said she would avenge
my tormentors she'd make pay

Not much freedom she could give me
just enough to find a gun
take my life, end my pain
deny them all their fun
My soul released to heaven's care
bright shining as the sun
revenge I leave to her care
she will not rest 'till its done

As for me, I am at rest
my soul has found its peace
and I pray for that girl
that she should find release

So I pray for her, as I send my thanks
for taking me from hell
I will keep watch, and comfort send
and her story I will tell

for although evil men must pay
it can stain the soul
and she deserves much more
than pay such dreadful toll