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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.

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