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Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire Afraid for your miscreant soul While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel With oh so dirty thoughts Afraid for the flesh As you are lead to the pits All the torture there in of your imagination conceives Be pleased, to afflict on someone else Swallow your morals Like a sanctity pill A Eucharist aspirin swilled down on holy water Fear the flesh you stalwart middle class While the upper-class Enjoy what you cannot As you wallow in the resistance of sin And narrow your life to acquiescence Puerile in such judgements Of fickle moralities pleasure Live a life unlived And all its pleasure turn to guilt and reprieve Salvation will come When it ends Ascend then, the Jacobs Ladder to heaven Never knowing what it meant To kiss with abandon But rather, suckle to demon lips All those desires in their fetish of flesh One last look at the skin you left Untested Resist my swarthy middle mass citizens And ply the trade Of your own oppression Condemn me, I dare you, to some raging inferno Where the appeasing of your righteousness Knows no bounds In another climactic prayer for torture I will play with the bonfire Rather than mess with poor dripping candles I will stand proud and defiant And declare that I Am Human for Christie

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 7/3/2009 11:30:00 AM
defitnitly going in my favs my friend WOW
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Date: 7/2/2009 2:00:00 AM
The last stanza is an Amazing Close=)
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Date: 7/1/2009 3:50:00 PM
Passion is sometimes though of as a "sin of the flesh," but I am not one to condemn an activity that offers so much pleasure and harms no one. Enjoyed the appropriate reference to Jacob's Ladder. I will "stand proud and defiant" and join you in playing with this awesome bonefire! Love, Carolyn
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