Temptation
The devil is your helpmeet,
go ignore your P's and Q's,
as you dabble in black magic
and re-activate the fuse.
Murder will befall you
as you ply your wicked trade,
yours or someone else's
'til the debt to Sin is paid.
Criminals, malingerers,
and those with crooked hearts
will wriggle through the sacraments,
upset the applecarts.
They'll paint you in the blackest light
and daub your soul with blood,
play your insecurities
and sway you from the Good.
Don't compromise your fearless heart
to acclimate his will,
remember he is waiting
for your innocence to spill.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009
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