King David

April 14, 2012
Lust-slowly-traps flesh,
Nobility is your blood;
She was on the roof.

Eternity frowned-
But she bathed in moonlit drops;
Drained your blood.

(Your beard)shivered,grayed.
And she bathed in war-lit drops,
Drained your blood.

How? Your city fell!
Skies rolled and dropped unto-
Your big, unclean hands.

Love is love is love,
Sin sits snidely still, sneering.
She was on the roof!

Nobility was your blood,
And she bathed in guilt-hot drops:
Drained your blood.

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