Sodom, Before Siege

(“God, why are you such a buzzkill?”)

A semi-spicy, uncomfortably Satanic devil’s advocate poem, just for some sweaty, fictitious fun

Do you like what it is you have made?

This city of salt and sheen

Summer-set like sun in constant festival

Never waning?

Do you like how we choose to celebrate

Beneath the weight of

sky-eyed watch

Doused in drink

Amidst the sandstone,

Burning

Jubilant in jest

Your justice cast aside to rest–

Just as you once had taught us to?

I call you now from the tower highest

Above our harem city, Sodom,

Praying for the casualties

Your cruelty commands to come–

Who dies first? I ask

Sweeping the first signs of the reckoning

From the floor

We who serve you, Most Voracious? No;

It must be you, our absent Father–

Who delivered the fruits of your labor

Fermented

Burned fingers by enticing fire

Taught your children each and every desire

Until we knew each vice by name

Before condemning piety

To the temptations brought by your reign

Do you remember how you used to celebrate?

With carcass severed, burning black

With chaos crackling in the sky

Smoke spilling with your best-kept secrets

Before they turned to best-kept lies?

Oh, how you loved to watch us suffer

Within the agony of rapture

Twisting in ecstatic tandem

Gems made to grace your diadem

And how we served the best we could

Expressions of your wild youth

You lavished in our sweet submission

Before you had something to prove–

You still love to watch us suffer

Now, in heartless abnegation

Safely dead to death and pleasure

Swindled by the deal for distant treasure

By-lawed instead by looming threat

Of raging wrath with mortal stakes

Abstaining from the lust and love

You had once begged for us to make.