Illusion Kiss
In a market
As this world
Of slave traders
Barely they can sell
Only your flesh
Merely save your soul for god
No; pleasure with whores
Not making any your thirst pass
But some then mourn illusion kiss
Where; every hope then in dust
Let then sell them
The flesh
And save your soul for god
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