Lust

If it isn't purity and strength - then the spirit is still.
If it isn't me -- then ruthless is the possessor..
If my soul prosper as did my body - what then is your gain?
If it ends on the other side of life - I should look forward to freedom.
No allegiance, more manifestation -- still you grew 7 horns, 7 horns.
Consecrated to purity - yet not slain by the spirit.
If it's never letting you take control - my piece to perfect peace.
If it settles on throes -- then you be formidable.

A.W.Greatness

Wisdom Greatness
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 12/31/2023

Poet's note: Came with the inspiration and thought perceived as i observe the struggles a person go through while trying to fight off a mental pain that makes their spirit broken. This poem was written to anyone who can connect to its meaning. 16/11/2021.
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