How Worship Darkest Magic, and plead God?

I wrote of sorrow, my dearest sorrow. For it amazes soul, a

Dual flame. How dare feign guiltless?—the blood is

Screaming. Plus, the wound, a fetid scar, and bleeding pus.

And never this hatred, the blackest magic. Such are eyes

Of venom, the deepest envy. But such the Passion—the

Tears are fallin’. Some—both sheep and goat—a spirit

War. For such duality—to mingle Satan; and such

Penance, to flog the mind. I love—much more, alpha love;

And learn much more, a meta-wind. Accrue a blessing, my

Steady affliction, court a prayer. Else freedom of

Slavery—a thorn addiction. I wrote of sorrow, my dearest

Sorrow. For it inflames the soul, a dual flame. How

Worship darkest magic, and plead God? Thus, the wound,

A fetid scar—and bleeding pus.