Lust!
Wherever the carcasses are,
There will be vultures gathered together.
Lust!
You have no truth within yourself and,
You have no root of love.
Auspices!
A call from behind;
Acquaintances!
A call for you;
Lust!
In the Cottage of your heart.
Cover, discover!
With career transformations;
But, you have no root of love in you.
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