You’ve found me….vulnerable;
Like a babe sacrificing itself to its mother,
To be quenched by her love.
You now invade my garden of innocence,
Flooding it with the waters of iniquity and doubt.
My petals---the bearers of my conscience, now float atop your evil.
Off you go into the darkness,
Leaving me diseased with sin.
Alas, the flames of divine retribution now await my arrival.
If only thou could harp alongside Yahweh once again;
Flapping your wings rhythmically to the sweet sounds of virtue;
Bearing your armour, as the gladiator of righteousness.
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