The Devil’s Whisper

My father laid me before Lucifer,
and he wrapped me in a masculine tongue.
He said I would commit delicious sins,
but my true beauty would remain hidden.

The saints opened their ears, but failed to hear,
so demons drew black bile and blood from me.
Velvet rage caused my spirit to submit
while the woke raped language to “set me free”.

Haunted by phantoms of my perverse past,
I sacrificed God to free their egos.
Swirls of empty promises and soiled love
caused my life to vanish into cruel men.

While Lucifer devoured my dead child’s soul,
men defiled with their insidious desires.

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Sparkling Emerald Eyes

your arms, like carved oak, protected me

Dear Father

never hear you tell me you loved me

When Roots Rot

deceit drained our desire to flower

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I Exist

to be rescued from this icy place

In His Embrace, I Slowly Died

where your love left me exiled

He Whispered Love

in a moment of fantasy

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Sparkling Emerald Eyes

your arms, like carved oak, protected me