Imbued by darkness and primed by lust, act of rust;
In a jiffy, cream in air attracted dust thus criminal.
On account of a thing, evil speaks via the mind then body;
It goes by the cognomen ‘crime’ and ends not ever in redolent rhyme.
Pronounced against human authorities by and large sovereign divinity
By an entity whose conscience is draped in a cloak wooven by Beelzebub;
Thou art such deed whose revelation incurs ignominy.
There exist vast grounds for thee to manifest,
Withal, I wish you never found the light of aliveness.
I begrudge thine presence for thine terminus is rue at both ends.
From the nascence of macrocosm, I wish nature had laid a privy path
For the smoke being evoked by the burning soul of Old Nick
Such which shalt remain standoffish from the realms of light.
This is an excerpt from Youth Shades Magazine October 2017. Click here to read the magazine for free.