Whip on the Altar

Time ends, distance fades;
Colors blend, 50 Shades.
Whip on the altar, blood cum stains;
Raging surrender, just lust remains.

What is the answer; to this abscess of lies;
Stop gate to anger; self righteous pain.
Engulfed in the master, his word the law;
Garrulous need, to ecstasy claw.

©JNijs2017

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