Porneia

I dare not to enter this zone, The zone of fantasy that is forbidden. I’m talking about the forbidden fruit, That fruit in which they feed off of. I must shield my eyes from this zone, It is perverted and illicit, Of fornicators who enjoy it for the sport. These are the fornicators who expose themselves In front of the cameras, Through intercourse that is non sacred Mixed with the pornos, harlots, and homosexuals. Take a look at the zone of Porneia. Only a fool will think this is A zone ran by pimps, But he’s nothing but a man whore Following old Greek and Roman traditions. I can’t dig that, Being a brother Of my ancestral entity And a child of God Exposing myself within the devils’ game. I’d rather be my woman’s lover, Than to be those harlots’ train. My life is sacred, Not a pornos who is willing To sell my body just to take Fruits of the land that is stolen. I see a lot of beauty Within this zone A man’s paradise, But yet it’s not holy. She is beautiful On the outside, But within her soul She feels torture and pain. I can see her insecurity, That’s why she doesn't request For real love. She feels What she is doing is necessary, So she bends over backwards To submit herself for the sake Of money and fame. Welcome to Porneia, The zone Where they say where The money is at. One of Satan’s dark zones In which devils call it The unsacred grounds. I dare not enter this zone Because of its immorality I’d rather be my woman’s sacred lover. They’re all exposed in front of that camera. Hoeing around just to get quick dollars.