Be Careful For Those Dark Corners Where Sin Is Allowed To Dwell

JEZEBEL’S WEB

Black Widow

The widow weaves her web so steadily,

Each silk strand in its place,

That dark corner that will ensnare,

Those simpletons in her space.

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She’ll go against the Word of God,

And set the trap in place,

And there so obvious are her victims hung

On each and every strand that’s strung.

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Her web expands in width and height,

The depths not truly known;

But each and every single strand

Holds those known and unknown.

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She spun them in her silken web and slowly drains their blood,

Her victims with eyes sunken and ashen faces,

So pale from her unloving embraces,

But she cradles her human slaves,

Now bound by her vicious silken strands.

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You see her web has stretched so far and wide,

Her dungeon blackened and damp;

And fools go down into her place,

To find themselves dying in disgrace.

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Be careful for those dark corners,

Where sin is allowed to dwell,

Where transgressions are celebrated,

Where lies are free to swell.

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Be careful for the black widow,

Who would try to claim your soul,

For the wickedness that is her,

Her name is Jezebel.

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Written By Linda A. Knowles

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Damsel in Distress

DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

Written By Linda A. Knowles

Damsel 2

Peeled herself up off the floor,

Her world – Fallen apart,

Feeling hopeless.

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She is the damsel in distress.

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Everything she knew,

She now no longer knew;

And what she didn’t know,

She now knew.

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As she crumpled once again to the floor…

No place to call her own,

Except for her place in Heaven,

Longing for her eternal home,

And seeing things around her she needs to live for.

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She called out,

Though nothing came from her mouth,

And she shouted out,

Though no one could hear.

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The tears that streaked her face seemed never-ending,

And the tire tracks of nervousness,

Imprinted on her heart, mind, body, soul.

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She rode out her nights,

Imprisoned in her mind,

Woke up terrified by screaming,

To  find it was her own.

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She not knowing where to go,

Not knowing what to  do,

She could only look upward,

And in her cries of desperation,

Not heard by anyone,

Were heard by the Father above,

Who rapped His arms around her in love.

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The road has been long,

And weary she has been,

Still traveling this road,

That will soon come to an end.

Silver Grayed Wolf

SILVER GRAYED WOLF

Written By Linda A. Knowles

Wolf

 

Plucked out from forbidden pleasure,

The silver grayed wolf showed his face,

Ghastly color of sin and death displayed…

Across his face.

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Having come out from his wooded home,

He growls only to find a lamb wandering;

He nears the lamb who comes up to him,

And the silver grayed wolf pounces,

Holding the lamb down,

His teeth piercing the lamb.

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Badly injured,

Lamb laid out before him,

And the silver grayed wolf looks up,

Drunk on the blood from the wounded lamb.

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Zoning out,

Silver grayed wolf just stares ahead,

And upon the branch of a tree nearby,

Now hangs his uniform,

Until once again he needs to dress as a lamb.