With your will
Hide the crucifix
Oh so ill
Ignore the saints
On icons of glory
Hell could be
Your eternal story
Welcome the darkness
That pleasure brings
Sit alone
The torment sings
The pleasure you chose
For a brief little moment
Has left you empty
And pitifully dormant
This poem helped me
Choose the light
Pull the blinds
Now all is bright
The joy that
Holiness brings
Is beyond compare
Heavens choir sings
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