Vile

This poem does not refere to me :)

In my heart there lies the vilest.

To my Christian heart despises.

Misery, trechery I so adore...

when all others would deplore.

What is this demon I can't control,

that overwhelemes me and seeks to go

to and from, without, within, the sickest

images known to man?

Can one help me, can I be saved, from

God's revenge, that fiery grave?

I oft times wonder, what curse this is

and is it a sin the divine forgives?