Wasteland of your God

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Kneel on the burgundy carpet
Hands clasped to your chest
Head bowed in submission
Bronze skin laced
By stripes and shadows
You look as though in prayer
And I agree
On this eve, I am your God
And tonight I offer redemption.

Leather creeks as I move,
You shiver,
Short nails press into tender flesh
You hold yourself steady,
Yet you are not afraid
You never have been,
I give a kiss
And take your sin into me
As claws claim their place
Red streaks on your skin
My rage and your penance
Fulfilled.

You have iron on your lips,
I taste it
The scent of copper,
Thick in the air.
You scream, but not for repose
You scream for more
And as God I indulge
And in the fire of the moment
We are pure

You reach your completion
The pleasure of burn and brimstone
A World goes white
You whisper words
Tender words,
Soft words,
And I am afraid
Tender has no place with me
So instead I seethe.

As you enter oblivion
With blade I mark you
You carry my name
The name of your midnight God
I have no love
So ask not for it
You serve Me
Your body is mine
I do not want your heart
I leave you, I turn and walk.
Penance done, prayer received

Dawn comes as you awaken
Perhaps with guilt, perhaps with dread
But you pick yourself up
And put your wings back on
Never mind if they are a little ruffled
Angels are still angels, even if tainted.
The next eve you shall call again
And I will answer

You want love
I want sex
Together we find the nothing between
The neither here nor there of emotions
The wasteland
I can live with that.


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I guess sometimes people get so used to feeling anger..anything else is unatural.