Insatiable

I

Scorched is the fragile heart of man
Ravaged by the immortal flames of desire
Eternally destined to burn in their futile attempts
For viciously ravenous is the bottomless pit of it’s hunger
Forsake, O man, thy tainted mind
Take refuge within the cleansing light of purity
The soothing touch of unity
Harmony

Seek and ye shall surely find
For only within true love unbound lay the healing rays of restoration

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