Let’s Dance!
Romantizing a sin.
For the wearniess towards God that you’ve neglected.
Each morsel savored, a hym is sung.
Each morsel taken, a plea is clung.
The throat, a vessel, dry and worn.
A silence born, of words unspoken, forlorn.
Perchance,
For judgment, the Lord is purging.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC
Let’s Dance!
Romantizing a sin.
For the wearniess towards God that you’ve neglected.
Each morsel savored, a hym is sung.
Each morsel taken, a plea is clung.
The throat, a vessel, dry and worn.
A silence born, of words unspoken, forlorn.
Perchance,
For judgment, the Lord is purging.
