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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In you lies the timeless bittersweet dichotomy of divinity The darkness and the light breed in you, their delicate fleshly host God...God is in your eyes... In that divine light gleaming from the black hollows of your pupils God is in your smile; that tender grin illuminated just for me... God is in your heartbeat, That exquisite metronome against my ear God’s breath is yours, His hair blends into your mane of watered silk… The black halo I combed with my fingertips God is the way I felt when I was with you – As if you were an extension of me My own soul made manifest in golden-skinned humanity God is the blood that flushes your cheeks with a rosy glow That current of life that keeps your heart alive God is you… But then, Satan is too… Satan is the blackened smoking ruins of your trust Satan is the baleful glare that furrows your brow Satan’s breath whistles through your insults, Those verbal barbs perfectly aimed to wound and maim And scald Satan is your grasping fingers around my throat He is the glass you raised above my fragile skull He is the widening gulf between our hearts… The hellfire chasm that belches at my feet Satan is the illness that besieges you, Oozing worm-like through your veins Leaching away the precious life that sustains you, And by association, me But most of all Satan is my heart that you broke, The shrine to you that you ripped from my chest, That you spat and trod and pissed all over That you ground into a bloody mess beneath your shoe Satan squats on that dying mess Your coal-black demon lord… He wars with the God in you With the love you are forsaking He squats and he spits and he wars and he laughs… Knowing it is only a matter of time Before your cruelty becomes the proverbial straw That breaks the camel’s back And I forget the God that you were… And see only the devil that you have become.
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