A Lost Soul Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A lost soul would find it difficult,
Without faith to use against those...
Who have sold their lies to tell them told,
As venom to poison a doing of evil.
A doing of evil,
Inflicted to leave a need to feed on it.

A lost soul alone would attempt to defend,
A defaming of character in arguments that begin...
To raise one's temperature until steam overheats.
With a lost soul bending to knees defeated.
And enjoyed by demons,
Feasting on this increased disease.

A lost soul invites,
Illnesses of all kinds.
That weakens the body.
With a disturbing of the mind.
And a faith to find no longer shows.
As this lost soul and others go disposed.