The ‘fuck you’ philosophy,
With satin bow tied on,
Still rhymes with ‘get it up you’
In the selfish song.
A bauble or a tassel
Isn’t fooling anyone,
Fuck you philosophy,
Sin defined, most wrong.
Tag: sin
Contenders
Flew atop cloaked mountain peak,
Ozone-succoured breath,
Weighted wings, view too steep,
Headlong, certain death.
Rendezvous with eagle there,
Chastised love forbids,
Stumbled step on heaven’s stair,
Inhuman sought rebirth.
Feathered fall, angel trips,
Teardrops form as ice,
Canyon echoes empty lips,
Heights to precipice.
All for naught, a chorus cried,
Relinquished for one kiss,
Fallen wings, to hell descends,
Temptation’s dark abyss.
Eagle soars from vantage point,
Dives with all surrender,
Angelic thus to human anoint,
Sinless, soul contenders.
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