Untangle the mess of intertwining undermining thoughts of predestined human retribution.
Let us sin.
Inscribe your carnal song on my shivering skin, chisel primal licentious words on my broken bones with an abysmal hymn.
What rhymes with him?
With a wall of words she preys, the wild and young he craves. As cupids they were born and raised but a savior will not save their betrayed, for what is disoriented and pure can be so effortlessly stained.
Great work btw!
Limb, sin, sting....