Measured poem

Measured, measured, you took the measure of him,
you eyed him up as you grinned,
and you measured him, and you did not listen to him,
and you knew to listen would be an egregious thing,
for he was dressed as an angel,
but he had eyes of sin,
eyes of sin,
and he was tempting,
but you walked away with your bible,
with a smile and prayed to God to be forgiven.

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