Who Gaze Upon A Woman Shamed
Who gaze upon a woman shamed?
Her clothes torn off, as she’s unnamed.
Her flaming hair pulled into pain.
Cattle calling, cheering insane.
The taunts and tortures of the beast.
He’s in heat - her flesh, he feasts.
Who will save her?
The whisperer
will lead her home,
flames gently comb,
as he wipes tears,
removes all fears.
He adorns her in clothes of white.
Crystal clear, gives her back her sight.
Unique to her, a lovely name.
Her hair matches the Spirit’s flame.
The beast will eternally drown
in leaping, thrashing fire - downtown.
All who played his game, likewise sink,
and in their own foul stench, they stink,
deeper and deeper into chains.
Forever and ever, God reigns.
Who will save them?
What is outcome?
Play Satan’s game?
Blind, deaf, dumb, lame,
is what you chose,
and ashen clothes.
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