Song of Victory Over the Flesh: Vol 1, Chapter 1

"Oh, Mr Flesh! Thou art a skilled warrior! Only the truly truthful and broken soul can discern thy arts." "Oh, thou most cunning! Cancerous entity! To whom it is given to escape thee, is accounted most fortunate!" "Oh pleasant plague! Sweetly, deadly poison! Many great and mighty, fallen to thy bewitching wiles!" "Oh malignant tumor! Subtlety at its finest! Thy cunningly obscure traps entangles the swiftest of feet!" "Oh beautiful prison! Keeping men in blissful death! Happy we are for escaping, and happier are we for those who hereafter will!"