Concupiscence
Why do I want from this world what I cannot know?
Spurred on by dispositions not inclined to let go;
Amidst the tension of the question why is it so?
And the constant reminder that I reap what I sow.
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by N. D. Guerre
Sinful Night
She walks to the edge of the water
sees the distance that lay at her feet
and born as the sinful daughter
of every
Insidious compulsive deceptive sin
In spite of my efforts you often will win
The good that I would I find I avoid
The bad
Sin
When I started to sin I thought I could win
When a problem was near, I would begin
To find a way to lie and cheat and
"Angry with God"
See the molten lava, fire, quake within
tell me that I'm living deep in sin
Taste the bitter herb, and sour,
Kiss me, I need to feel your skin.
Your lips are like heroin.
I'm addicted,
I don't want to be clean.
I want to take you into
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