Hell No
I dread that day of doom as living curse,
When my self destructive sin of desire -
Insatiable, get cast out from this earth -
And burn my soul in hellish scorching fire.
Shall I indulge in pleasures, rich and rife,
Or question if sin's worth my afterlife?!
For my sin's absolution now I pray,
Tempting, taunting sensations I repel.
One last time, my last wish, on my last day -
My last word upon last breath - No To Hell!
Wondering if complacency and sins,
Paired by devil's evil as conjoined twins.
March 6, 2023
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2023
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