I always thought lust
was a beautiful woman
innocent and wonderous
lovely and virtuous
One stare into her eyes had me gracious.

A timeless beauty without its youth fading in time
But looking deeper and you’ll understand
Lust resembles Ms Trunchbull
with a execution sword in one hand
and a katana in the other hand.
Lurking around, seeking to massacre her victims.

Filling her wine cup with her victims,
blood right up to the brim,
causing havoc to whoever decided to let her inside their hearts
your worst nightmare is coming to life in the dark
when lust burns you at the stake like Joan of arc.

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