The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Desecration

Desecration of my
temples
my mind, a whore
to evil power.
Cheaply bought by
lust and power,
fantasy provides
escape.

Disgust from
open sanity,
eyes now closed
how can I see
through will
seduced to
evil whims
desiring not to see.

Darkness, coldness
evil aloneness
chant the evil
lustful thoughts.

Fill me, give me
wants, fulfillments
empty promises
now lies.


I betrayed my love
creator
denied my tender
genesis.
Spat upon my humble
saviour
cursed his blessed
Holy Name.

Shame would
snuff the naked soul
stripped of mercy
without Love
had my Master
not the beating
for my lustful sins
endured.

Precious Blood, Oh Sacred Heart
wash me in thy love's compassion
submerse me in thy
Holiness.

Recreate the heart
you fashioned
renew me by your
Holy Blood.
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