the angels of the heavens would laugh
they'd pity what i am to you
and let the devil rejoice
by these unholy thoughts i have
nothing less and nothing more of you
my knees are always bruised
and then the nuns would ask
« has your love then been your crime?
a thoughtless cause for your demise? »
but darling you were like a saint
a forever missing piece to my faith
i believe in you
even by the lies that wrote you
a religion that punishes me forevermore
for the sin i am for you
-RLP
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Instruments of War •Poetry•
Poesia"To you my darling, to more of your instruments of war"
