The Flesh
Pleasing the world
Being what they want you to be
Torturing your soul
Trying to fit into a corrupt society
Totally controlled by the flesh.
No thoughts about what happens after death
From outside going in
Feeding the flesh
With the sins of this world.
Now you’ve destroyed your poor little soul
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