
PEASANT FEAST
Oh, light up the fire place,
a faithful servant to lust seeks warmth
a loyal captive, bond to its master
a shadow of morality crawling to my shadow.
Oh, host me a feast,
a slave bound and never knowing,
a wreck from the light i eat of shame
a lost pride crawling to my weakness
a soldier of lust never knowing the direction i flow to in this current of my addiction.
Oh, sing my praise,
a loyalist captured in my dark shelf,
a place where my weakness speaks louder oh, tap me out of the guilt that is forged for me behind close doors when the lights goes out.
Oh, save me from the demonslurking in the shadows when am alone.
the endless battle between will and lust one that even my lights and angels fear.
Oh, guide me to the light,
a slave I am to this wave holding my back to the floor,
a place where my weakness are painted on me like cloth, my flaws curved as my crown and my past crest on my heart like a draining tattoo; for am loyal to my addiction and my spirit crying break me free.
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