The Flesh Poem by Sophie Allyah
The Flesh
The flesh is a paradise that
speaks delightful in our heads;
In our minds where flesh is
nothing but vittles if one right thought
whispered like the faint voice of the devil
O flesh is an antelope in the lions' eyes;
The savior and the doom of mankind
The flesh is the downfall
of the powerful and the strongest.
Thursday, September 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: desire,lust
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5/4/2024 10:53:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very true my brother. Hauntingly said but true. Even Adam's life change because of flesh. Empires have fallen because of flesh. Especislly young fresh flesh.