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Betrayal and Lust

Betrayal and Lust

Betrayal and Lust walked hand in hand.
Together they wrote their names in the sand.
Entwined as one in this forsaken game.
Pleasurable misconduct  without guilt or shame.

Preying on the vulnerable, the lonely and weak. 
Luring their victims with charm and mystique.
Toxic violations brainwashed by fear.
A path of destruction has landed them here.

Milking them dry of their voices to speak.
​Draining the innocence of the souls to keep. 
Now puppets on a string and under control,
​​​Doing the devil's work devouring the soul. 

​​​​​​Selfish endeavors of what they will gain.
Lavish lifestyles of money and fame.
Dancing in the moonlit witching hour.
Chanting the spells to enhance their power. 

​​​​​​The pentagram swings to the beat of a drum.
Blood is spilled and the sacrifice is done.
Gazing at each other with satisfaction in their eyes.
Hungry for another soul to condemn and stigmatize.

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Katina Woodruff...

Wow! The motion in the poem is striking. There is rhyme, descriptions, intrigue and flare.

Favorite lines:
Selfish endeavors of what they will gain.
Lavish lifestyles of money and fame.

I'd like to put a copy of this poem up on the wall.

 

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