Forbidden flesh red
Forbidden meat sour
Pounding in my head
Every hour
Why can't I seem to get rid of the ick
Why can't I seem to get rid of it quick
I can't even manage a lick
It's not like I'd pay the price
So wouldn't it be nice?
To eat it with rice
Is it because I'd like to reverse
Retrace my steps and leave myself adverse
My body and mind and soul and heart
Either way I'll never get to play my part
The impermissible drink
Is harsher than you think
During the opposite of your peak
Temptation is clearer after you're weak
Yet most choose the so-called wrong side
Even when all you can taste is bile
When there's no chance of repenting in sight
The incorrect seems a little less vile
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Double-edged Sword: a poetry collection
PoesíaWords are just words. Until they turn into sentences. Once that happens, they're either a sword or a sheild. Or both. Sword Stock photo by Vecteezy
