Poetry

Lust.

Lust Oh! Lust,

Why so much fuss?

You are good for nothing,

Remember you are worse than dust.

You come,

You play,

You forget all about,

But it is your end to be chucked in the dustbin,

As the world spins,

You will not survive,

The blow of the mighty,

 From the father of All,

Who is my Lord,

The truest and the mightiest,

He will win,

And when he does,

There will be an end to you,

Oh! My dear lust.

Adios!

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