Lust!
You are not ready to preach the truth;
Lust!
You are not ready to preach peace;
So, death is your signature.
Lust!
Your head is empty as your hands;
Lust!
To be like the gods and the goddesses around you.
Lust!
Exposed in your works;
Lust!
Seen by your acts;
Lust!
The killer is always among us.
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