The Plague Poem by Latasha LeeAnn Hall

Buy your salvation to save yourself.
You won't cry to your god when you're burning in hell.
Redemption only through your faith alone.
Popes reproducing their hypocritical clone.

Do what you will, choose your sin.
Ceaseless. You do it over and over again.
No worries, your evil you indulge in.
Putrid and corrupt is your soul.
To vulture and reprehend is your goal.

Please, my lord, let the plague die.
But it's the only way to live, only way to get by.
Let it kill pope and damn the parliament.
Maybe that's what it would have meant.

What are you waiting for? Hell's calling your name.
Don't get nervous, it's all just part of the game.
Buy your ticket to heaven, get lost on the way.
It matters not, just let us all pray.

My god, my god, do you really exist?
If so, then why can you not resist
To deprive our souls of what they consist?
Putrid and corrupt is your soul.
To vulture and reprehend is your goal.

Please, my lord, let the plague die.
But it's the only way to live, only way to get by.
Let it kill pope and damn the parliament.
Maybe that's what it would have meant.

Everyone is to blame, my god, save her.
It's not murder if you do the world a favor.
Put your devout hope in yourself alone.
Forgot your god, your stolen wealth grown.

Bite into our souls, tear them out.
Never did you even have one doubt.
You are your own god, don't know anything you're about.
Tainted and f-ck-d is your soul.
To censure and smuggle is your goal.

Does the end really justify the means?
No. It's only calamitous schemes.
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Wrote in my room.
2-16-2009