Evil is a Passionate Lover   
Finished with sadness,
I turn my Soul from familiar smells
And Primal comforts.
Fight the overwhelming pull
Of Habit and Time,
perfumed smoke, casual stomping
of unripened worth,
sexual awareness before awareness of sex. 
Come here, child. Learn from me.
Don't lie there and barter dignity for touch,
holiness for a momentary tribute to existence.
Sanctity for seminal fluid, and obstinate callouses. 
Run your mental fingers over the back of my experience.
Feel the welts. Slowly...Yes. Oh,That, that was a bad one. ..
Time has changed their appearance.
But I have changed their effect.
Dwell on the pain but briefly,
for I have high hopes for you, my child. 
Be afraid of evil. It does exist.
Into His eyes I looked .
Inhuman slits of black.
You think I jest?!
When the eyes become coal,
there is no more pleading,
There is no human behind the mask.
The Pain will now commence.
By what machinations?
He swirls up your body like sensuous smoke,
then materializes
with a death grip on your heart.
Evil is a passionate lover. 
Stay away from the bad boys. Keep from dark corners. Mark thy doorpost of chastity bright red. Then, maybe, my sweet child, this angel of death will passover.
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