On the journey of life, strange paths appear,
The call of sin, a whisper near.
Behind the glitter, lies a hidden night,
In the veil of joy, an unsated plight.
Desires cast a spell, the heart strays,
With the first step, each rule decays.
That first touch, the magic of a glance,
In these moments, lies misguidance's trance.
An inner clash of passion and vow,
Is there peace, or only regret now?
Each step forward brings another choice,
Victory lies with those who silence this voice.
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