Liturgy of the Devil

Temptations; tormenting the senses
sweet and succulent innocence sacrificed
devoured unsavoured and swiftly forgotten
like discretions of virtue
held to account at the day of judgement
by skeptical questions and
cynical thoughts against injustice
doubts; uncertainty forever doubts
disguised in the drab shrouds of denial
illuminations disturb the memory
echoing the juvenile screams
they silenced
in the silent demolition
of corrupted creation.



©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Free Verse Registered & Protected  BO0J-U2RQ-SSQE-4FRS


About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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