"Sin, in its own nature, and apart from the mercy of God, deserves to be punished by God’s justice instantly, without remission and for eternity. Sin is death, real death, eternal death."
I hope your trust is trampled
I hope you lose your charismatic, sociopathic confidence
I hope you get spiritually reamed
With no lube
Until there’s blood and white bits
I hope you soil your pants minutes before an important lecture
I hope there's thumbtacks in every drawer you open
I hope your breath reeks of leeks and garlic every time you go to kiss lips that aren’t mine
I hope your first wife leaves you a single father
I hope your second wife bleeds through her dress at the altar
I wish I’m your third wife
I hope you stop using my flesh as paper and my blood as your ink
Look how far you’ve come since you turned my body into a boxing ring.
Here I lie, the prettiest punching bag when all I ever wished to be was your muse.
You’re mine whether you like it or not.
I hope to be happy for you.
I wish to forgive you.
I wish you forgive me. You say you have. You don’t treat me like it.
For now, my heart is full of hate and I am everything I wish for you.
I know greed, I know pride, I know lust.
I don’t know wrath, you’ve had mine for too long.
It sits in your mouth like pieces of a honey-crisp apple.
You like the way my sin tastes.
You like it more than my beauty.