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This is a poem about a person who is at odds with lust and seeks help through prayer. Please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments. I’m also open to reading requests and I will support
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Submitted: March 21, 2018

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Submitted: March 21, 2018



There was a demon in my bed, with lovely legs and pretty eyes, I could not deny the pleasures held between her thighs. Her body called, with wettest walls, streaming like Niagara Falls. Yet beads of sweat upon her flesh tasted of a sinful death. Jezebel you know me well, your heavens from the pits of hell. Still I purchase what you sell, the nights of loveless fairytales. Oh how I wish I were alone, in freedom of this rolling stone. I pray that I may beat the odds, deliverance by the hand of God. May I repent for every sin that I commit in selfishness?  If I be granted just one wish, Lord I pray it would be this; bathe me in the blood of Christ, forget the sin I leave behind, grant me everlasting life, so that I won’t surely die. Lead me in your righteous ways, and live your will for all the days. I’ll bear atonement every day and suffer for my wicked ways.  I fear you Lord forever more and praise the day the Son was born. Flesh may have lead me astray, but please don't take your love away.


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