Hark ye! Stow thoughts of darkness that stir in ye soul, caress not upon ye breast sins of blue, less ye yearneth damnation. Lust not deeds to praise hell's troll.
Hark ye! Slip not into evil's abyss of sin be ye bold, cast not thyself upon the sea of doom, nay, feast not from evil's banquet of sins. Rape not life's virtues, less ye desire evil's forbidden toll.
Hark ye! Seek thee's light to be unbridled. Dull not ye soul with acta from Satan's scroll. Rise up from sins blacken pit. Be ye told.
Hark ye! Embrace the heavenly spirit of God's love. Thine's solace will soothe the anquish of sin, hence, thee shall be rend from evil's grip. For ye then shall ascend to yonder knoll.
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