Epistle V - Lust's Instant Balm

(I) His clemency was a verdant expanse where we lingered in disobedience, desecrating our corporeal shrines, vandalizing the gold agleamed vessel that harbors His very breath (II) Lo! How we besmirch our carnal sanctuary, abandoning its immaculate conception for lust's instant balm - a whistling whisper of ease that dissipates like the dawn mist (III) Our evanescent departure is a twirling ember that pirouettes before the susurrations of time's passing breeze whistles our kernel like hollowed corn husk