Sonnet, The Bond

by Millie

To gain attention of divinity
The wretched sycophant will earn its hate
Preferring agony to apathy
Humiliating carnal wrath will sate

In gorging needs with crimson sacrament
Despising each exalted draught of lies
The wasted bloody tears dare not repent
Devotion to a god one must despise.

Obsession is a poor facsimile
For cravings that beg grief and ridicule
Corrupted needs transgress obscenity
And make the lusts of madness miniscule

Drink thrice for immortality undone
The source of want and woe forever one

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