When The Lust Wakes.... Poem by Ellias Anderson Jr.

There is always a darkness …………that will come with the light
There is always a black point in the place that we think is right.

There is always a...huge sound from the depth
That reminds us the end day, the day of death

It is everywhere, it comes from the dust
When it wakes the world burns….the lust

Like a black compass to the hell
It kills the light… the light's sell.

Perhaps it starts with a simple kiss
Then, there are lots of things that we miss

When the lust is waken
The purity is taken

O' Master…O' my everything
Don't burn in the fake joy, this joy isn't the king

What is the source of the lust?
Don't go so far, we should know the answer, we must

A corn of well, that is green
A great and special source of preen,

A light that is call humanity and values,
Will kill the lust, it will change our views!