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I totally disingenuous poem I wrote with the idea if I could pretend to beliefs I do not have that I could get what I want. So easy to bow to pressure.
No, I take the moral high ground.
No, I take the moral high ground.
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I am no man of god,
but of broken glass and past tragedies.
More truth than lies fall from these lips.
I would lie to you if I could.
I would tell you of love that is not,
and sins uncommitted, damnation kisses,
and whatever you needed to hear.
I would seduce you with bad poetry and good wine.
Because every woman loves the badboy,
every woman lives for the dangerous,
but I have always been…too good.
But no more! I have given up my belief in disbelief!
Atheist no longer.
I live for salvation…for a need of forgiveness.
This life is now but clay.
Make of it what you will.
Your god is mine!
And, now, your parents will never approve.
Truly a bastard I will deceive to get what I want.
And what I want is you,
you harlot of Gomorra,
you bitch of the night,
slut of my nightmares,
saint without morals.
My sinning angel!
I sell my soul to a god that does not exist
to get you!
Atrocity begets atrocity and you drip
from my fingers
as does your wetness.
And blood will tell.
Blood always tells.
An untruth untouchable by divinity. I do love you.
From our first awkward word to our last half kiss.
I love you!
Because I….
I am a man of god!
but of broken glass and past tragedies.
More truth than lies fall from these lips.
I would lie to you if I could.
I would tell you of love that is not,
and sins uncommitted, damnation kisses,
and whatever you needed to hear.
I would seduce you with bad poetry and good wine.
Because every woman loves the badboy,
every woman lives for the dangerous,
but I have always been…too good.
But no more! I have given up my belief in disbelief!
Atheist no longer.
I live for salvation…for a need of forgiveness.
This life is now but clay.
Make of it what you will.
Your god is mine!
And, now, your parents will never approve.
Truly a bastard I will deceive to get what I want.
And what I want is you,
you harlot of Gomorra,
you bitch of the night,
slut of my nightmares,
saint without morals.
My sinning angel!
I sell my soul to a god that does not exist
to get you!
Atrocity begets atrocity and you drip
from my fingers
as does your wetness.
And blood will tell.
Blood always tells.
An untruth untouchable by divinity. I do love you.
From our first awkward word to our last half kiss.
I love you!
Because I….
I am a man of god!
DOS
I like this...I really do...Makes me feel like the demon inside of me..
-Kevin