The Sinner’s Song
The king of sin begins to sing,
and sinners dance to his vile words.
The chords compel them into herds;
for him, they will do anything.
They prowl and creep throughout the night,
and search for victims they can lure;
they use their charm and their allure
to satiate their appetite.
Their appetite to spread their lust
and violence all around the world—
a tapestry to be unfurled
until all that is good is dust.
Paul Millan
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