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Confessions of the Flesh
Victor Longstreth
My thoughts are inside- out as inward thoughts can be,
my mind labors despair disguised in hypocrisy.
O how lonesome the night is to me,
when the nighttime is all that I long too see.
Wind-swept skies cry aloud,
as the cowards by day night falsely makes proud.
Hidden in darkness my search takes flight,
sensuality in motion encircled by night.
Satisfaction I seek but cannot find,
for decadence has taken my unfallen sound mind.
Stumbling in the darkness as though I was blind,
as I marvel in corruption time after time.
Clutching costly deeds of devilish delight,
I lament and descend confounded by light.
For if death should fall upon this unconverted soul tonight,
it would be forever tormented in terror and fright.
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