Every Man is,
in a way cursed.
He was growing in us since our birth.
He is a demon,
who nests in our heart.
He feeds on our flesh
& drinks our blood.
He swims in deep,
into our soul.
Hangs on to it,
with a chocking hold.
He closes our eyes,
he makes us blind.
Then he controls us,
from time to time.
The demon has a name,
It is lust.
On us he'll feed,
From dust to dust.
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