The Unconvetional Mistress

Have you no trepidation for the being that graced you with the very epistemology longed for by the creatures subservient to you? 

Are you the hyena that prowls in the face of the lion, as you deem him to be your equal?

Has shame become a foreign vice that you look at the Divine as no more than child’s play, concocted as a ploy to instill mythological morals and values in your tainted psyche?

Do you deem the misly pleasures of the world a far greater reward than the guarantee of everlasting dominion in your father’s kingdom?

Is fear of an eternity in Hades' torturous abyss not an obstacle that would hinder you from adorning your sins in committed worship while your spirit is starved and left to watch through teary eyes like a scorned mistress?

Or do you lurk around the shadows with your spirit in fear that the beings you have schemed with will persecute you for an attempt at securing a reservation in paradise that not even the saints are entitled to?

For the beings of this world are plagued with nyctalopia, as they are only blinded by the room which they chose to inhabit, for they avoid the internal and external light.

The Bitter Poet