Goodness

My blood soaked heart is pumping beauty.
Love is endowed in my loins.
My shoulders hold up a volcano of emotion
My mouth is pursed meaning it’s full of coins that nobody wants
any meaning behind my back is stabbed slightly beside my spine.
And a dull ache sits above my brow as the devils own hand flips a coin against them.
every minute you can expect at least a slight with me.
Goodness wants me but the devil needs me.
Goodness wouldn’t pressure because goodness just is.
So easy to admire, and I am here wanting it all.
Between the quagmire of sin and lust and listlessness I am worried.
Only slightly but it is true.
My life without goodness is a life without you.

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