A night before the worship day
In their Earthly skins of sin
They seek out bottles of wine and spirits
Nobody can rescue them
From the darkness, they absorb as daylight conquered them on worship day
Their breaths still carry the smell of a drink
Well-brewed and concentrated
In search of pleasure and happiness, they aspire
To kiss glasses and bitches
But she's never liked them...
Under a hide of hazy disco lights
With all colors, blue, white, indigo, purple, Turkish green, pink...
Penetrating their shattered clothes they put on
That's if they are merciful enough
They dance along with women who never dress up to full
But she's never liked them...
Look!! The daylight is here
It's a worship day, another day to pretend
To painfully transition from a satanic world
Join the community of worshipers
And worship in pretense
They crawl slowly to the altar
Assist in serving fellow worshipers the wine
With a holy label and diluted to please God
That's why I adore her
She's never liked them...
She's pure, good on all days and nights
The Holy Spirit was assimilated into her creation
She holds up no genes of liquor-loving
She is ever-divine and contemporary
Honoring God on all days, never in pretense
She's never liked them...
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ON LOVE & ROMANCE
RomansaIn these poems, love is an intoxicating elixir, a tantalizing game of hide and seek, where desire's flames burn brighter with each stanza. As you navigate through this poetic tapestry, you'll find yourself drawn into a world where every word is a st...
