Holiday Of Sin
Virtue gags in envy's knot;
True morals in their noose.
Worse by verse this curse could rot;
Endings make their truce.
Demons play their master's role;
Construct a veil of eyes.
Faithful is the prayers toll;
Consumed in how he lies..
Mother's wane in shrouded loss;
Betrothed to endless doom.
A lady once but now a farse;
Time will play its tune.
Diamonds fall from shattered dreams;
Mistakes have now been wrought..
Tears beget their youthful screams;
A blinded soul is bought..
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