a robin redbreast in a cage
puts all heaven in rage
my lust still unfulfilled

when asmodeus come and dominate
and tempting me to sin, of self-indulgence

a force that can not be tamed as we risk our health and reputation
to satisfy our carnal desires
I'm throwing money and time after

flesh The soft animal instinct (in her eyes)

I am a refugee between her thighs

"lead me to sociological compulsions
devotion to God as secondary
my penitent walks within flames to purge myself of lustful thoughts.
I’ll make my own home, be my gallows"

The will is gone
my beast has emerged

I'll make my own home, be my gallows.