Thoughts so detestably sweet
urges so uncontrollably strong
is just part of the flood
Command I can not disobey
values loose its meaning
virtues swept aside
Oh God help me
Protect me from the flood
For when it strikes I loose control
I can not see, I can not think
I am helpless from the currents of the
Flood.
by:
Yaj Atenara
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