Lust,
With the shield!
Uncovered;
Breaking down the walls.
Lust,
The choicest valleys are now filled with chariots of war!
Lust,
Like a fadinf flower;
War!
Whose feet carries you along afat off to sojourn.
Iniquity!
To violently turn and toss you like a ball;
Verse, serve!
With the muse of illgal lust.
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