My God guided me through the depths of hell

Was my savior in Love’s cruel cell,

My sin was my devotion to my unholy God

A passion to pray to a person so fraud.           

Love resented me for my obsession

For love as a feeling was my misconception

And that it made me so blind,

That I could not see the game of that bright eyed magician.

Corrupted is my heart now,

As I hold my God’s neck,

As she lays there crying for mercy

But I am unable to forgive

The same person who was my reason to live.

My God taught me a cursed lesson

In a killing yet effective fashion

Don’t look for God in people

Who do not know the meaning of love

Who make false promises of affection

Only to leave you at peril’s intersection.

Hinder your remorse for their actions

They only entice feelings of blue

And remember to be your own God

For the only love pure

Is your love for you.

~Shresth ‘Ivy Quinn’