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Sarah Oct 2018
Forgive me
Then forget me
I wanted be your idol
Your muse
Your anything
But I am cardinal sin
I choke out anything that once was pure
Corrupting those who are left in my wake
I thought you could be different
Your heavenly ecstasy infiltrated my senses
Oh, how I worship you
But oh, how you leave me
You would think by now I would have learned
My prayers will never be answered
For sinners like me do not deserve a heaven on earth
Mr Mojo Risin Oct 2018
God knows I am no Saint, I have a whole host of follies and sins to answer for, But if I could, and I believe I do it as far as I can, I would wipe away all tears from all eyes.
Yogi Devi Pada Sep 2018
There is a beautiful Saint, disguised in the body of a girl,
She tries to hide it, but the curtain tends to fall,
She is tuff, but sweet like honey,
She must be strong, because life is not always funny.

She holds the Earth on her shoulders, but inside she is a child,
Trying to tame a lioness born in the wild,
There is a time when people will see,
Not the sweetness, but the tremendous force she is ment to be.

And the world will sing her name,
Not of glory, nor of fame,
They will pray for salvation,
Because she's the one that give it with no hesitation.
melanie Jul 2018
Flickering on and off like a kerosene lit lamp,
I waver in the dark,
awaiting the verdict I've already given myself.

Sinner. Saint.
The pendulum swings back and forth,
toying with my frayed emotions,
Ripping away the little remaining sanity I have.

No matter the outcome,
I am destined to run from both sides of the coin
As I have found my solace nowhere and, yet, everywhere
Valerie Jun 2018
the devil has a name
and it was yours.
Nothing turns this angel down
Excellence, in the flesh
And if they try, an evening gown
In satin works the best

Is beauty deeper than the skin?
Surely she'll impress
Instead of showing what's within
She forces you to guess

Eyes of gold been tarnished brown
By tears that have been wept
Dark and shining locks abound
Make up for shades not kept

Sin runs red in times of blue
Every angel's seen
Temptation's there to carry you
When you have lost your wings

Consider but the outside shell
For that is most well-known
Appearing to be straight from hell
To garnish feelings shown

How could she be so mean, you ask?
What makes her be so spiteful?
Why can't she see it's not a mask
That makes her feel delightful?

Lies frozen, held through time
In silent desperation
Hiding at the scene of crime
A ****** confrontation

To free the memories from her head
Would unleash such a fear
She'd rather end the night instead
As not to feel him near

Ah, here's the one; the big bad wolf
That's haunted all her dreams
Whom proved too well by wearing wool
All are not as they seem

But I am ****, but skin and fur
And showing her my core
And telling her the parts that hurt
While donning nothing more

He's changed her mind, she's cast astray
But I could be the shepherd
To keep the hungry wolves at bay
As countless dogs endeavored

One light can only shine so much
Before the flame has died
To reignite it just a touch
Of love might satisfy

Surely there is nothing worse
Than feeling left to dry
Entrapped within a lover's curse
And never knowing why

Well, in defense of self-defense
I must admit it's snide
To hang a face upon the fence
Until you've picked a side

It's safe, my friend, just be yourself
Strip down to nothing hidden
And let emotion feed your health
By eating the forbidden

A heart must be coaxed from its hide
With tenderness and passion
In order for the passersby
To notice what has happened

From way out here it's hard to tell
But underneath a soul
That liberates a girl of twelve
Longs for a soul to hold

To hold would mean to carry, too
When harsh times rear their heads
To be the one to follow through
When love needs to be fed

But most of all it means to dress
With confidence or loathing
Just make sure you can impress
A saint in Sinner's clothing
Brain pictures
Hesitant Alien Mar 2018
Heaven and Hell.
Two sides of the same coin.
God, up in his crystal tower,
on his lofty thrown,
flips it.
Heads it's Heaven
Tails it's Hell
Everything you've ever done leads right to this moment.
Was it worth it?
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