The Purging
Sin swept ...
another soul carried away
on the winds of self-destruction
Wrong way living,
unwise decisions made with a gilded heart
Sin loves to appear
as something other than what it truly is,
giving you a mask of illusion
so you can’t see what you really are
Choking all the charity
that was naturally formed inside of you
in the deep caverns of your life
Purging you of the ability to choose to do right
Now you’re a human robot
programmed to only do evil,
and the winds of self-annihilation begins to blow ...
chipping away at your soul
As you become less than human
more and more each day,
the devil laughs at you
All the while making you do the puppet dance
to the sinister music his pipes of hell ominously play
It’s the end of Act Three,
and the curtain is falling
You bow to the ground, to the dust ...
ready to be eaten by those vile worms of greed and lust
After the empty words of a sad eulogy have been read,
and your body cast into the dark abyss ...
Another sinner is purged from the earth,
whose evil deeds shall not be missed
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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