Illusions Don't Last for Long and Dig this Warm Pit for Us Satan

 Illusions  Don't Last for Long

 

I am dating an illusion, a man made out of magic, create my dust spread my lust, hard hands wrapped around soft body, the snake coming out turban to bite, the madman creating chaos out of spite. Twist my love, turn my stomach until it empties broken heart contents, intend my love for another, corrupt virginal flesh, lay your head on some other girl's breast, confuse my mess. I don't need you more than God needs us, but I want you despite lack of trust because unconditional love is all I can give at most. Take my doses but don't turn them into heartache, I'd rather Jesus churn my spirit than you, don't get like and love confused or else you'll use and abuse and that's just cruel. Don't twist fate, don't twist ideal reality, intend a new identity, find your way towards what your heart has been seeking-even if it's not me.

 

 Dig this Warm Pit for Us Satan

 

Men scroll down curvy bodies on computer displays and the Internet has paved the way to the devil's distraction and atomic reaction that poisons eyes and sours desire for God, but we're so deep in we can't get out. Dig this warm pit for us Satan we scream out , tempt us with apple Eve, just one bite, but then we're confused why we can't stop roots of temptation turned into sickly vines of complacency and stagnation  that wrap around our hearts and rot us out, but we ignore the words of Christ that if the eye causes you to sin then gouge it out, because Jesus was just a man after all ,what does he know? And his little lady friend, prostitute Mary Magdalene-I'm pretty sure she caused some doubt, some temptation, so why does he act like he's so great just cause he was meant to die on the cross? We're unaware that sin is a big old viper that snaps back and draws blood and after all that we try to run away from our sin but of course we never win but just get sucked in that dark pit hole of lustful sin that never ends.