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Lust

Lust

 

How precious are her promises,

She spills a coloured ray.

How prudent is a sacred smile,

That tells a tale from far away.

 

What grace that holds me captive,

That nullifies the crave.

And refracts to haunt the distant eyes,

Till I come to be a slave.

 

The sight cannot be gratified,

For light was never there.

Her platter serves me lies,

Darkness spawns and comes her heir.

 

Oh save me from her resonance,

That knocks an opened door.

She brings a case of fraudulence,

Yet keeps haunting me the more.

 

Beware oh man of many faiths,

For there awaits but only one.

Her colours assure a certain death,

Life is in the Christ, the way is in the Son!!

 

~Orlando Rowe

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