Desire
kindles a fire within
that sets one’s bones alight;
Passion
drives those urges forward
in the cool of velvet night.
Sin
is just a wilderness
in which our ego fails;
Id:
eternal champion
drives sense right off the rails.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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