Salvation

Dearest Satan, my most beloved vice
Your temptation is of the finest wine
God and His angels can keep their advice
Of redemption, faith, and a holy shrine
I would rather immerse myself in sin
And revel in the pleasure and passion
Of the deepest depravity within
Than listen to God talk of compassion
'Perversion of all forms,' they say to me
I am a cocotte, a harlot, a whore
And although I am remiss to agree
The things they abhor in me, I adore
So, my dearest love, guard me with evil
Your saving embrace: my soul's retrieval