The Fire of Justine 1740

Burning cross above my head,
Embers of corruption, embrace me,
Flame of seduction, ignite my bed,
Dreams change the tide of a moral sea.

Dispel Mother Mary’s alluring sin,
Blasphemous reality sparks woodland,
Beelzebub will brandish a gin,
Reality’s no more.

Blazing lantern debauch so freely,
Molten pathway, solder my step,
And lead us not into naivety,
Secrets crucify, truth does terrify.

Through St. Jude’s warmth, angels fall,
Hellish bastard, encompass the right,
Satan’s awaiting by the fireplace,
Pray, reform us all.

The Fire of Justine 1740

James Gimpo Walker

Joined November 2009

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A poem describing the appeal of sin and the harsh realities of addiction.

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