The Sting

I felt your sting
It was powerful
And painful
And it left me breathless
I felt your powerful sting
And went deep into myself
To meditate
On your deeds
I discovered that I had
Courted you
And romanced you
Then you gave me
That one powerful slap – the sting
Which subsequently
Woke me up from my slumber
Sin
You are cunning and deceitful
With your pleasures and lures
You blindfold
And you enslave
The undiscerning
Turning them into willing slaves
Your slap
Will only wake up the wise
While the foolish
Endure the slap
And keep romancing you
Making excuses for you
While dancing with you
And sleeping with you – the true enemy of the human race
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