a choice between life and death

a tempestuous siren encroaches on me,

of pallid complexion and papery vein;

her spectre impresses unwaveringly,

musing of violence, perplexion and pain.

lustful in languish, her villous swan-song

enraptures and captures both mighty and meek;

stringing the sinful and saintly along,

reducing to ashes foolhardy and weak.

take heed unto wisdom, listen for her voice,

dwell in her gatehouse and learn of her ways;

choose of the latter when presented the choice,

she’ll faithfully keep you for all of your days.

heed neither the harlot nor her gates unto death,

submit unto wisdom and save your life’s breath.

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A daily battle it would seem

A daily battle it would seem and one that can only be rectified by the Blood.


here is poetry that doesn't always conform

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