You

You who have lost your soul

To life’s temptations

To the Lord’s forbode

Love does not reside in your home

For no man will make you his own

You who have destroyed the gentle

And wronged a man of worth

Will always be remembered

But will never be free on earth

Nor sit by the hearth with mirth

You who have laughed with glee

With those too blind from lust to see

The emptiness in your withering heart

Seeking fulfillment from titillation

With no reflection or consternation.

You who shall die alone

On your bed with a faint moan

Will have but vague memories

Of past pain and misery

Painted in your life's scenery

You who have lost your soul

Shall be welcomed in the next world

Where He awaits with passionate flames

So you may reign without shame

As you hunt for lost souls like game.

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