Last Call

As Beautiful as a shimmering rose, veiled of morning dew;

Is this compassion within my heart, procurred from loving you.

Though strength of mind you gave me often masters treason,

Freethinking takes off pondering, as faith holds on to reason.

The prince of darkness tries his damndest to corrupt my hazy soul,

With offerings of wealth and lust; my penance is his goal.

I kneel before you, My Almighty Saviour, and pray with all my heart ~

Restore my credence in all that's pure so never do we part.