Battle With Impurity
I forged a fistful lance for my battle.
I shield and fortified my faith whilst I forced my feeble to fracture..
My lance punctured my adversaries to fall..
I forbid fornication and forget my rankle..
I form a fortress of chastity and remain taintless..
I extinct fornication and pray for purity..
Copyright © Ezra Bature | Year Posted 2022
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