Seat Of Pleasure Poem by Naveed Akram

Seat of pleasure, run with me to victory!
You must be down and depressed
To see my torture and sin,
The very vexation can be dismissed.
This spoiling feature is a sadness
To be replaced by the whole mood
And swing,
The ladder is suspected of being a ground
For the layers of sin,
You must then expiate and deliver
The results, after so much respite
And so much foul play,
That you simply cannot run away
From me.

Seats of pleasure have the ability to quake
And shut the mouths of those in display,
Mankind will never never be aware of distress
That calls upon the late and early believers.
Please those who obey,
And discard the only authority
Of deceit, a wet day is a fortunate
Telling to be lost for all eternity.