🌹Like Cinderella at the ball I found deacon who could save,
a fancy fella who crawled around as my innocence I gave.
But as the ball came to a close I dreamed to lose my sin,
I seemed to fall on the staircase and to iniquity I gave in.
Interpretation with temptation became my night’s death,
and inside creation without alleviation I took my last breath.🌺
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🌹Like Cinderella at the ball I found deacon who could save,
a fancy fella who crawled around as my innocence I gave.
But as the ball came to a close I dreamed to lose my sin,
I seemed to fall on the staircase and to iniquity I gave in.
Interpretation with temptation became my night’s death,
and inside creation without alleviation I took my last breath.🌺
check my latest poem on Friends @funnystuff