Raw emotion I cannot abide
Yet truth be told I cannot hide
I myself the perverse, the slain by sin
I who let my own demons slide
I who retain no godliness within
You speak without condemnation which I abhor.
How can you, to me, so adore?
For me, you lay yourself down
For my sick pleasure you wear the false crown.
You know my hypocrisy yet speak not of it.
You, sweet perfection, are truly it.
You are my hit, my drug,
that symbol of hope I cannot attain
yet live by day and night.
I adore you. I abhor you.
You belie cruelty; you are true.
I fly you like a toy kite.
Bright with colors for all to see.
By knowing you I feel their envy-
Their want. They want to lay you down as well.
They want to be the whore at the well.
And their need disgusts me.
Such open passions of the heart and loins.
They cry as their near climax in worship of your goodness.
And my disgust displays my filth.
I'm a jealous whore and milf.
And their emotion I let slide
But my own I cannot abide.
