Flowers of Sodom
She sat, rattled, in her bathtub weeping "forget-me-not"
the water turned to salt and she changed to the Modern Wife of Lot.
A woman of love and sacrifice who when in need, forgotten.
With life to live, who is to blame for her heart now sodden.
Trust is what she asked for. Trust is what she gave
But when trust was asked of him. He took her to her grave
For Modern Lot has a past the bible never tells
A past of lies and amour hidden from the world well
And in the thick and need for flee
He places God upon her knee
expects her to believe him after all this time
And the Modern Wife of Lot agrees despite all of his past crimes.
Who can blame the woman to whom gave love to the wrong man
Looking back at the better life she had in her valley of Jordan
It was the man, not the God nor the turn, that made her rot
I can just imagine her last words, weeping, "forget me not."
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