Oh, to feel so pure,
So wickedly deceiving,
Yet so sincere,
And carnivorously impeding,
The anger may rise,
And we tense, though in fear,
To a sickening demise,
Raw sensations so queer,
Why must we hide,
What we lustfully take,
To emptily reside,
In our own shallow wake,
For this is the sin,
The cardinal flaw,
To steal one within,
And lie from the maw
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by N. D. Guerre
Sinful Night
She walks to the edge of the water
sees the distance that lay at her feet
and born as the sinful daughter
of every
Insidious compulsive deceptive sin
In spite of my efforts you often will win
The good that I would I find I avoid
The bad
Sin
When I started to sin I thought I could win
When a problem was near, I would begin
To find a way to lie and cheat and
"Angry with God"
See the molten lava, fire, quake within
tell me that I'm living deep in sin
Taste the bitter herb, and sour,
Kiss me, I need to feel your skin.
Your lips are like heroin.
I'm addicted,
I don't want to be clean.
I want to take you into
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