Sin begins with the heart,
where dark desires may start.
Sin takes root in the mind,
where temptation begins to bind.
Sin fuels the imagination,
and fans the fire of deviation.
Through sin, decadence is what I find,
through sin, my spirit unwinds.
through sin, I am tossed off the throne,
as it turns my tender heart into stone
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