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Sometimes ...seems,
We fight a losing battle
And win ...only in our dreams.
The sacred trust betrayed by lust,
A poor exchange, a harlot for a queen.
And if additional peril ...were not enough
We drop our sacred seed ...on barren earth
We pour our oil of wisdom on fallow ground.
And leave an empty space ...in the lamp of life,
Insufficient to light a path ...saved if lived on love
And if the queen of life shines upon you ...keep her
Thus we find the perfect target ...for our lust
...and place our trust within
Not on the lie
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