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 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.

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Sparkling Emerald Eyes

your arms, like carved oak, protected me

Ceased to Be Seen

the woke West works to weaken my mind

Danced the Razor’s Edge

with one slice he would see me

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Tormented Love

shame covered me with the filth you sowed

When Blood Calls to the Moon

I strutted in the presence of Death

When No One Saw and No One Heard

the soil soaked in my hurried hurt

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When Blood Calls to the Moon

I strutted in the presence of Death

Bound in Darkness

blood spilled over the descending sun

Sparkling Emerald Eyes

your arms, like carved oak, protected me