to and fro like unsteady waters
gushing on different shades unto lust
many wants in his heart unto no end
heaping up vanity ahead of time.
his appetite no satiety can satisfy
craving more and more to a hurt
forsaking the good for a carnal flare
an invitation of sorrow already planted.
after an ocean of desires to hold unto
his life remains empty to no gain
for in his lust lies sorrow
now searching for solution.
huge
regretful
godless desire
a calamity!
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