The Devil muttered words to lose
skirting precepts the prompt hewed
forbidden chants once inscribed
the decline that’s now described

first came passion mixed with desire
this turned towards what’s despised
with a chuckle the nuptials
became the taint that held them both

this union that begged for flight
not to run but to escape
down the warrens of false hope
damning those who lived above

to end it all would be the choice
presented by the Lord of Lies
twisting words that can’t be used
profanity shunned in respect

broken free of chains that bind
dogma stated by holy ones
from the turrets of ancient spires
creeds no longer supporting lives

belief too weak to crawl alone
when foundations are destroyed
all the pronouns become like worms
lacking words Satan that robbed.

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