Saline Grace Nightly Sea
Standing on the hill
In the lighthouse's shades
Jack was conscious of his malignancy
Like the sin's pestilential atom
Which had driven a pure to lust and lie
He was waiting for Desirable Sally
Understanding her misdemeanour
She had become cruel
And let him suffer from
Through the sea breeze Sinful Sally
Left the fallow love of her youth
Stumbling whilst climbing the hill of truth
Acquainted with sorrow through confession
And thirsting for torture she loved the pain
Sally assumed
The recognition of truth
On those trails of martyrdom
Standing on the hill
In the lighthouse's shades
Jack considered Sally's sinful body
With the slaughter's eyes and self-hate stricken
Her fragant flesh he had conceived
Incapable of decency or even love
Imbued with malignancy and hate
They spoke of brotherhood
And humanity
But not bearing her wretched fate
Repentant Sally shed her own blood
Before Jack's murderously waiting hands
His desperate eyes spoke of that justice
Which had sprung from the criminal's head
Betrayed Jack took Dead Sally downhill
And committed both pale bodies to the
Purifying strength of the nightly sea
