Mind in the gutter,
Soul in hell,
An abuser of sex can never win
Covered in sin.
Imprisoned behind eyes
Of lust,
Lost behind power trips hemmed in
Layers of sin,
The abuser never sees anything clearly,
Nor feels anything really
Except his sinful trappings
Of delusional wrappings.
Lewd
Crude
Unholy
Dust
Just a small pathetic excuse
For a miniscule man
Devoid of humanity
And totally without love.