The words flowed from your lips

Like a whore and her bottles of gin

Draining my soul in short savoured sips

Ego your nemesis and your capital sin

You came with a cunning that begs belief

Offering sweet redemption and relief

You preyed on my weakness so clearly to be seen

Killing my trust, my love, with a thirst so keen

Who was it who trained you in the art

To kill and to maim without thought or heart

The mercenary inside you rules supreme

Too cold to remember what love or care means

If you must take and take you do

Then remember there is one who will take from you

For what you give so shall you receive

And from a person who will not be deceived

When truth stands before you plain and clear

You will come face to face with your soul so dear

You will turn away from that mirror of shame

For goodness there is none and no decency remains

Take time to think, to learn, to understand all

And then you will feel and hear your soul call

You will rise above and let the light within

Words will flow pure like water and not like the gin