What melicious dark features-
Disguised as one of true sacred,
Flagrant sin from man,
Innocence purloin with no shame to face,
No face to blame, mercy-less although-
Overt act of robbery whos
Bitter distaste now lingers.
Such unforgiving sin which
No volume of soap could scour-
Nor length of time could cure.
But yet to come-
Through fields much higher,
A cloud of hope.
The burn of desire.
Place free of repentance and fire.
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Author:
Lenora Murcks (Pseudonym) (
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