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She Reigns

She wears a watch with no time                         Following you til your time expires;                 she'll even grace you at the cemetery gates                          
From a midnights sleep or light                      of day at your most spiritual hour;                you'll hear her beckon                                      Your soul; she's came to expunge                 Man or woman alike, sinner or saint;            she won't discriminate                                      Steadfast and to her avail;                                she'll seize and befoul your mind                    Like the sands of time;                                     even that second hand oscillating,                you'll be watching                                           
You're hooked on the inhebriation with which she reigns Tick._____________________Tock.           
Wretched and slow does it go                                                  
Draped in red with a big heartshaped  bow; she greets you                                          
By her angelic charisma, will you be charmed                                            
Tasting of sweet delirium;                                 a spoonful of her penchant, she'll offer up a taste                                                  
Lingering and haunting;                                   that taste of carnal euphoria will you covet  Searching the world over;                             your fiend, in a little game;        
glady will she play                                                  
In anything but holy;bathed and christened, will you be                   
Indulging of the flesh, like harkening             angels; she'll have you shouting out              God's graces                                        
 As you feel that sweet sin finally tarnish and defile you;                                                  
for mercy and redemption, you'll beg                          For His divine intervention;                             on God, she'll watch you call                 Through bible pages; you'll be flipping...                                                                
"The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace" ---- Romans 8:6
Beneath His turf, from her cathedra high;   wickedly, will she'll heckle                                               
Til death do you part; she will honor and obey                                        
With a band of shiny gold; her hand need not be adorned                                                   
Under bright sky's of blue;                               your vows - in sweet defiled bliss, will you say                                  
Although you'll share her with many;                with ball and chain, forever, is she yours                                                   
Ignited like napalm, bittersweet; her flame   Like a damn rag doll;                                         yields of you to such heavenly realms, but in the end, codemns you to a spiritual Hell  Like candy to a kid;                                            you'll be pleading for another taste              As if there's hope;                                                   
on bended knees, she'll ask of you to kiss her heels                                                  
      Click.                               Click.
Played you like a pawn & sp♤de         Mindfucked and tear stained cheeks; you watch and hear her meander away                In your face;                          
           BAM; slams that fucking door                                                  
She wears a watch with no time                    Following you til your time expires;                she'll even grace you at the cemetery gates  Crows perched on her shoulders, upon her cathedra high;                             
    Satan's right hand angel sits                                                  
     She goes by the name of______                            
       _________ LUST...she reigns.                              
Written by PandoraUnleashed
Published | Edited 15th Feb 2019
Author's Note
Please excuse the uncentered format due to one minor edit🙄 This is NOT a judgement call as my halo is literally held up by my horns & I'm far from an angel. I do love God so it isn't to be...
Please excuse the uncentered format due to one minor edit🙄 This is NOT a judgement call as my halo is literally held up by my horns & I'm far from an angel. I do love God so it isn't to be blasphemous either. We're all human & it's clear she reigns...part Angel, part demon.
This just popped in my mind while reading through some posts.
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