Illegal lust,
Like a flimsy redd quaking in the wind!
Eating you up;
In your land,
And, with the facts of your acts made bare.
Illegal lust,
Unrepentant!
In the name of your acts in this town;
And, in view of your ways,
Like a reed quaking in the wind.
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