Loathsome Soul
Her essence manifests on abysmal nights.
Aimlessly roaming in endless twilights.
Ceaselessly craving the warmth of sunlight.
Trapped in a shadow realm.
Forsaken passage to heaven.
An abomination so evil she's banished from hell.
A professed Christian woman, such a brutal disgrace.
Extraordinarily wicked.
A false mask of godliness concealed her true face.
An edacious hypocrite to her very core.
Treacherous, unscrupulous.
Constantly taking more.
Sacrificed her soul for adulteress lust.
While preaching of forgiveness and unconditional love.
Judge not she had said as she fantisized that you where dead.
To her husband she swore a biblical oath.
Falsifying the truth to those she did host.
Accused of betrayal for not bowing down.
Broken and tarnished her, self righteous crown.
A scapegrace of shame.
She aches all alone.
No mercy, no peace, no place to call home.
From time to time, you'll catch sight of her sillohette
on a moonlit night.
A glimpse of what she became.
A longing to end her relentless pain.
What I ask, did she gain?
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