The Corrupt Cycle of Lust

It started like being under a spell

A spell that slaved your sons to lust

Lust after her seductive gaze of beauty

Beauty peculiar to that same linage

That same linage of Jezebel

Jezebel the sole perfection of lust

Lust masqueraded as unconditional love

Love expressed in harmonious poetic lies

Lies that made canal desires to leap

Leap within, that it might to reality lead

Lead you down the garden path of folly

Folly in filling your insatiable cup of lust

Lust on its loveliness, on what you see

What you see and always want to ‘know’

(…it is your amoral cycle of lust)