The sins of a corrupted heart
turn desire to disease.
A master of deceptive tongue
cloaks his staunch misdeeds.
His twisted mind dreams darkly
of perversion and deceit,
just as the earth yields bitter fruit
if sown inferior seed.
So let his treacherous tears spill forth!
Let him beg impunity!
While celestial judges close their ears
and the Gods refuse his plea.
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010
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