Vice

Waver strain requiring

Rampant to admiring

the common place of speaking twice

And from this view he'd grab a knife

Questions, "Why this torrid pain?"

to the Devil's only enemy 

Combated by his irony

So sleepless I lie in bed

Blasphemy stricken in my head

As another cry or plea I state

Mixes harmony with internal hate

So tell me why this is profanity

if all you've ever handed me

was a stained glass reflection

of hallow shells claimed to feel

divinity