A Weapon Called Love
when stretched and twisted
love becomes a weapon
an impulse never resisted
primal urge unforgotten
that is the excuse
for devious behavior
for letting dark passions loose
while claiming to be a savior
the pick and choose
of absurd distortions
no one wants to lose
their abominable corruptions
but condemnation is never quiet
and deceptions never subside
the soul is always in debt
in whom can evil love confide?
Copyright © Christy Stover | Year Posted 2016
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