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A poem about lust.

February 28, 2017

A lustful heart never seems to prosper.
Lust of the eyes are never satisfied.
Lust of the flesh leave men reprobate.
The pride of life makes one selfish.
The idols of lust shroud the mind.
Freedom is invisible when lust is master.
Lust is too proud to let go.

(by K. McConnell, © 2015)
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