Beneath scintillating neon,
She stood, as sassy sultry seductress;
Bewitching busy broadway
In awe, alluringly most attractive.

Her frenzy fancy he caught;
Free-falling hook, line and sinker
Into delectable dragnet,
Anticipating animated animality.

She lured him to her brothel,
Gave him more than he bargained for;
Banging, balling and bashing...
Beyond ***, salacity and satisfaction...

His end was quick and gory;
Bathed in blood and begging for death.
*******, as he breathed last;
'Time to cleanup for her next victim...

Rosebud of death
Blossomed
Into poisonous petals
Soon withered...

Hell's lecherous lips'
Bloodthirsty;
Veiled kiss of death
For lustful lost.

Sweet slit and spill
Drown in its depth of darkness
Let red passion flow.

Felt like a sweet dream,
Quickly altered into nightmare;
All of me started to scream,
Blindfolded craving became bare.

Soothing warm caresses,
From frenzy and fervent fingers;
Soon every touch depresses
Scorching as fury of fervent lingers.

Darkly scratches clawed
On my spider webbed existence;
My frigid soul they flawed,
Unneeded to scream for resistance.

They said they seek my end,
Descended from height of death;
Every of 'em my dark friend,
To take me from the face of earth.

On water tossed by waves most contrary,
Christ walked; His footprints on boisterous sea.
Them, sore with fright in ship's sanctuary,
In depth of doubt disciples drowned; how can it be?

But reassurance met with a quest for proof;
A test Peter embraced but doubted the impossible,
From fading faith amidst waves most aloof...
He starts to sink and yelped for help from the Able!

And unto this day, disciples in doubt still live,
Though with only our lips we oft confess these words;
"With God nothing's impossible", to deceive,
And many we lost to sea of doubt pierced by swords.

Though like Peter of old, sometimes we doubt still,
But call on Christ; our ever present Help in time of need;
From storms into safety He'll pull us out if we will,
With outstretched hands to those whom his call will heed.

Can I stain this soul,
Still stay spotless;
Unscathed by the **** of filth?
Can I shred this heart,
Still remain secured;
Unfettered by the shackles of guilt?

Conscience...
Sure drives a hard bargain,
Compelling my being
To choose gain.

Arise from amongst ashes most anguished,
Stir up repose whispers from wrathful wile;
Rekindle this sweet twinkle once banished,
Charm and churn her essence again to swirl.

Free her fossilized form from filth and fears,
Waft wings wide and wild with wind as zephyrs;
Exhale mortality from thorns and tares,
This wretch, set aflame with gale and fire.

Cleanse this cursed from stenches of sacrilege,
That entombed her in eclipse most eerie;
Then, send her salvage soul on a pilgrimage,
Farthest from hell's grim crypt of solitary.

Liberate this life to live in crystal light,
Let her latched legion loose into delight.