I tasted what was never mine to hold,
Sweet on my tongue, but poison in my soul.
A hunger grew for things unassigned,
A love God warned me to leave behind.
I bent my heart toward foreign flame,
Called it beauty, called it by His Name.
Built soft altars in my chest,
To what felt warm, but stole my rest.
They glittered like a promised land,
But left me broken where I stand.
Strange fires lit inside my bone,
And I forgot I wasn't meant to roam.
I chose desire over divine command,
Held forbidden fruit within my hands.
Called rebellion 'connection, '
Called destruction 'affection.'
Now I see the ashes left behind,
How far I drifted from His design.
Not dark romance — but covenant torn,
A soul misled by beauty's thorn.
Only mercy pulls me from the flame,
Only grace can undo my shame.
He still calls me home again—
From the fire I should've never stepped in.
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