SIN CONQUERED

I hear the hale of marching drums.

Like a thorn in the flesh,

A vision that stung.

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I see the pine of flesh.

And desire of the eye,

Emotions higher no-less.

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I touch jewels so polished.

Curves that do not cease,

Barriers that only I have abolished.

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I smell her ripples an ocean.

That flees on the shore,

Reverberations will quiver emotions.

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I taste so pure and clean.

Duties of temptation,

Teachings complete my dream.