Our goals are hidden, what
we become is a mystery,
faith brings forth tests, should
u fail these tests, does not
foretell ur outcome, merely
suggesting should be fixed.
when lust rises and u find
yourself at the heel of a lover,
your choice is given, should
you choose wrongly, u shall be
punished, though not permently,
and not painless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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