Illegal lust!
The point of wilful sin;
Will, twill!
With your acts as seen by the villagers.
Turn, turnip!
Along the way,
As, it is expedient! !
But, without the word of truth.
Lust!
Enveloping you into sin;
Like, a sinking boat in rough seas.
Rift, adrift!
With the muse of your illegal lust;
Drift, adrift!
Inaccurate with your mind;
As you follow the masses in doing evil.
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