Transgressions
Whatever dishonor
You will place on my home
Just stop talking, my love
And do your worst
For I will
Defile myself
Transgress my nature
If I would deny you
When cleansing fires
Of hell burn me
Clean to ash
I will float to heaven
In mock tribute of
The self-righteous
Or to touch
Your rising clouds of brimstone
Gordon Stamper, Jr.
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