In presence of malice
One pleads to Satan's chalice
May I drink one sip.... savor in silence
...despite sensibilities
Inconceivable be they might
Consume supernaturally
To swallow and exist..
To wallow and persist
In this silent indecision
This worldly imposition
Unworldly indiscretion
Wherest Heaven & said Hell
Implode into unsympathetic skies
Fireworks fallout
Burning flesh and soul
Whenst even devout
Crawl into fetal position
For ends righteous exhibition
Wherest one awakened
T's no longer forsaken
>>> by love nor genitalia
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