Self! The Devil’s Whore (1) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

To things of God so lost and dead
To righteousness quite blind
As Satan’s whore within his bed
My lover ruled my mind

The devil’s whore in word and deed
His favours I’d inquire
Rejecting God and Christ His Seed
To fill my hearts desire

Seduction called me day and night
With favours never shy
Great orgies brought me much delight
But still for more I’d cry

The more I got the more I’d fail
The more I’d seek his face
I’d revel in adultery’s jail
Dependant on his grace

Then in his arms again I’d lay
Receive immoral wares
I’d hear what envy had to say
And think how much he cares

Indulgence brought each wicked treat
I’d savour debauchery’s kiss
Lying beneath dissension’s feet
I’d suffer no remiss

Sedition bed me down at times
In strife my heart would quake
Jealousy told me all my crimes
Wild rage would oft awake

Immoral in the things I did
Impure most every thought
I gave myself who highest bid
And went with whom had bought…PTO…