Warranted Sins In An Obliterated City

I walk on ashes,
The smell of destruction burns my nose,
Touched by sin,
Fear grows when I turned away,
With a heart of stone.

Was their beauty in the masses,
Bodies piled upon pleasure,
Slaves of the flesh,
In search of climatic treasure,
Rare sights to gaze at one's glory,
Partaking puts faith up for measure.

When looked closer stunned,
My mind is righteous and just,
Wicked eyes and sneering serpent tongues,
Reach to pull me towards orgy,
Hasty in the heed of exodus.

If I left everything behind me,
Why is it I wear danger on my skin,
Oh Angel of God I beg thee,
The good of eyes now only see sin,
I plea that in the continuance I praise light,
No parts of me are devils own,
Any pity of spare in the city of fire,
God smites,
A secret less statue upon a pillar of stone.