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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. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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