Wanton, lewd, lascivious satyr
Lies enchained by his master
Disrespect for others is his curse
For lust is love in reverse
Always hungry, never replete
Preys on souls with deceit
The more attempts to fill this hunger
The stronger the hold he lies under
Caught up in his misery
Lust sceams out his agony
" The cure for this is too hard for me
For the cure for this is purity!"
Myrrh is Mine, Its Bitter Perfume
1 year ago
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