To balance the desire of moment, with permanence
To refuse the cost of a need, repeating in the being
I can't be enslaved to thoughts, or my feelings inside
Lust, stains my shroud, as something so temporary
We've nothing but spirit, so shall we be considered
Wages of lust burn the fabric of our soul and mind
Forced into choices, forced to question our design
How many would be better off with no desire
The inner flames of our soul afire?
So many say, let it burn!
