Lust Short-Version
Lust is like the salt of the sea.
The artificial Ambrosia or Siren's fomented Mead.
Augmenting thirst, the more you drink.
Forgetting the drink came first. Then came a thirst.
To be unshackled to idols in idle mutiny.
Before the fermentation of idolatry. Figureheads,
flotsam and shipwrecks on the seven stormy seas.
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2019
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