Inside, her heart flits and shifts
If we can keep her distracted
we'll surely have her.
Keep her focused on her errors,
her impulsive actions,
her vain impressions.
The anxieties of every day--
She'll surely leave no time to pray.
Let her chastise herself for feeling this
animal nature of her human-beingness.
Like a button she cannot press,
Keep her feeling distress
in her heart, in her dew-kissed sex.
Magnify the trial interwoven in the bliss
so that she forgets how to free herself.
Let her miss--
The mark, a path that's clear and narrow
Keep her drunk enough on self-loathing
to cross her eyes. Fill her marrow
with a longing for that which she can never reach.
Her soul craves answers no man can teach.
Wear her down just enough to tire her
So she lifts not the book to her eyes
Nor the Word to her heart.
Then we can safely take her home
Where He the enemy will never be
united with her in eternity.
Feed her flesh, let her mind and fingers wander
down her sides, raking over hips and thighs.
All she has to do is believe she is not good,
Beyond redemption.
She'll be just another closed account:
Spared from Heaven.
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