The creature, it was an unhealthy being.
My contempt for that species has grown
we are of the same skin, or similar at least,
the same skin, or tone rather.
Analogous cultures.
But, reflections of my ancestors - the divine queens
this species, in particular, could never stand as such.

I had spent the latter portion of this moon-cycle trying to liberate that obese harpy of her injured soul.
Succubus, allowing lower dogs to penetrate her corrupted *****.
That demon believed that she could diminish me with her wasted ****,
but, the universe fortified my soul once, a millennia ago.

Devil!
You shall not tempt me!
I have been blessed, sanctified, under truth too long!
Your disastrous allure will succeed solely upon simple fools
I am a sentient being
sent to resist your immoral carnality
you have expressed your wicked tongue
vicious verbiage that dissected me
a betrayal to my soul
a betrayal
because of who I believed you were.
It was painful of how I was torn from you
you must be held accountable
therefore, my father shall cast fire upon you.

Your species must die!
I’ve prayed to my creators, with the intensity of my tears formulating rivers
I’ve inquired, with a rhythmic melancholic melody, “creator, why has that ***** been allowed to best me?”
I have broken myself upon those feared steps
my amorous heart was established beyond the gates of my temporal temple
but oh, how I plead, that those emotional doors remain closed.
She smiled at me, sinisterly, through a unique masquerade
unbeknownst to me, my affections bolstered by my loneliness, what insidious fiend she would successfully hide.
“ Creator, could you deliver an angel to me?
One who is certainly the truth of the light she speaks?”
I have experienced the deception of the sultry devils  
I have dealt with them long enough
heartless behemoths that persist in crushing me
I am worn down.
“If I expose all that I am onto your angel will she reciprocate my love?
If I have walked miles for her, would she fail to recollect the steps we have taken together?
Will the memories that she and I create evaporate, consequently, following the application of debaucheries prompting her to desire the sensual sensations initiated by another phallus?
Could my truest affections for her be considered when we, under moonlight, kiss?”
Reviewing all of this I must ask what has happened to the values that established the loving kingdoms of kings and queens?”

I ponder a new lady.
My mind discerning the hesitation of my heart to pursue such presumed bliss
my spirit is vigilant
the mind shall decide lest hearts passionately collide
the physical body is of no consequence.
Let it, please, not be her ****** that she, ignorantly, offers
if I shall prostrate myself, vehemently, before her, my dedication to her being blatant
will she remain with me always?

I have toiled under my desire to, “shake off” the soil
the soiled presences of harlots that I have foolishly seduced within that suppressed era of my youth
the constant breaking of my heart hath led me back to you,
back to her, the harpy.
I pledge, out loud, towards the heavens, that I no longer desire the flesh!
I plead, “that if she must be,
then, may she reflect me,
and, emulating the heavens, shall she, certainly, be a reflection of you?!”