Diamonds and gaudy rings;
Adorning the heresies of your
Claustrophobic possession,
As we suggest repentance
For the understandings of your faith.

A sword, drawn and polished to shine;

It comes in droves for you.
As the likeness of your beauty
Causes your iniquities,
And you say to yourself,
“I am queen of Heaven,”
Or even more boastful yet,
“God is beneath me,”

Dare to drown in a cesspool;
The bloody bodies you have
Inherited through your lust,
Synopsis gained coherence
As braids of fire; projected
On the walls of our dismissal.

And every day a swollen kernel
Of unforgettable fire
Proceeds out of the mouth
Of your possessors;
To fill the Lake of Fire.


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