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“All things can tempt me from this craft of verse: One time it was a woman’s face, or worse – The seeming needs of my fool-driven land; Now nothing but comes readier to the hand Than this accustomed toil.”

— William Butler Yeats

Yet All Things Can Tempt Me-

I am a sinner and yet instill all things can tempt me my passions rage within my will yet all things can tempt me I can feel in the moral of my bones The ill gotten chills of my heart and soul my passions rises within my heart boils yet all things can tempt me material things I want them ALL within myself I wound, steal, or kill for just the thoughts of stealing revolting choice processes still our baiting since the dawn of creation I am a sinner and yet instill all things can tempt me my passions rage within my will yet all things can tempt me
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