His words were the limbo.

To her he meant everything, everything good that was left in

this world.

He spoke of being stuck in a limbo,

Yet she was the one trapped there,

Following him into a dead end.

He fed her lust and called it love.

His sin made her sin.

Though he knew of her sin,

He stayed unmoved, unholy.

He called himself a man of God,

But no God would do such thing.

Making her feel as though she was nothing more than lust.

unworthy, unloved.

Every sickening word he spoke,

Of her,

To her,

revealed the truth.

He is no man of God.

He is pathetic.

Miserable.

That's all he is,

Just a coward made of sins.