Virtue Lost

Poem By david polk

And I am wasted
and I am spent
the bitter knowledge of flesh
I have tasted
and found my virtue used goods
in a purchse of ungodly sacrement

And still I rival in that corrupting spirit
savoring that erotic vigor
denying the soul's sweeter merit
and tarnished my angelic firgure

Yet with this waneing faith
I have sought to regain
My old life's joy
from out my new life's pain

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Really enjoyed this. Not absolutely sure about your spelling though, still great poetry!

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