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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