Deo, a Diabolo
Who doth reign over me?

The sweet-lick of flames do torment,
But Heavens hear this plea,
and anoint me with the will of god, not the power of Beelzebub.
As within smolders the fiery wrath of hell
Satanical whispers of common temptation -
Whispers that compel.

Sanctify my soul, Atone my sin
For Abhorrent joys of the flesh
And the tender touch of calloused skin
do ****** me.

That amorous desire,
              ‘For all have sinned and fall short the glory of god’
Feel the ******* of hell-fire.
Thoughts sear the mind and poison it -
an abscess of lust
Thoughts that question the holy writ.