Lust and Death

Lust and death Are best of friends, Stealer of breath, Tracks to life's end. Epic story, Terrific imageries, Delivering water to your tears, Offering cold to your spine. Like a wind blowing dried daffodils, Her voice took all of your senses, Lost in lust, not knowing were your sense is, Margret now a magnet, your pull of attraction. You now hate the honey of chastity, Choosing the bile of her bare breast, You now bare your chest, Just to wear her on your skin. Traded your love for God, For her love of your rod, And as every sun rises, You fall to her crises, Weeping, searching for were christ is. Lust deep in her lust, Trapped in her valley of sin, Only to find what many has seen, The fossil of men whose soul are now dust.