The Devil didn’t tempt me; he merely showed me the mirror.
My father laid me before Lucifer,
and he wrapped me in a masculine tongue.
He said I would commit delicious sin,
but my true beauty would remain unsung.
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 echoes.
While Lucifer devoured my dead child’s soul,
men defiled with their insidious goals.
—H, where faith burns, sin sings I never posted.
