Closer to God

An obscene scene
decorated by gasoline
burns immortal.
ignited by the visceral vapours
of gluttony.

Tangled, entangled
constrained, tight
the all-knowing iris
gleams in the moonlight.

The fires siege the prudent scalp
turning all righteous thought
into a useless pulp

a gasp, a breath
a finger, a breast
her eyes turn to marble
and her passions are laid to rest.

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