Come near, I long to savor your soul. You are the salvation that I must extract to keep sin at bay. Lucifer's extending hand, black and cold, cannot sway me from the rugged hand that is inviting with its heavenly warmth. God's masterpiece, far surpassing the splendor of rolling hills and blossoming fields in spring. Let me carry you away to such places where you will not be compared, but praised! My tongue will not dare curse your beauty with comparisons, but will brag of my compassion for you whom God flawlessly fashioned. Flowers abound the Earth, but your scent overwhelms their bodies and they faint in ecstasy. Free yourself from the constant strife
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