Wrong Is Always Right


Whatever may be kept within
It will be all that is left
If in your hands desire was held
Saints would drown in a river of sin

Finger tips would brush against
The most porcelain of skin
The chest would rise then fall
As the heart beat in pure anticipation

If a pair of blue eyes remained
Just as blue as any ocean
Whores would sell their very souls
To a satan draped in virgins

A nose might sniff the smokes aroma
Swirling from the fire
The tongue that sucks the face of the flames
Will loathe a mouth kept open

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