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Interesting how it just begins,
The deepest corners of your mind;
As the thoughts turn into sins,
Causing honor to become blind.
Slowly it gains form and feeling,
Until it bursts forth in the deep;
Caught by a lure that is reeling,
Morality has gone to sleep.
Tingling of your body does start,
Blood rapidly begins to flow;
You feel the pumping of your heart,
No longer does it seem as slow.
You feel the interpretations,
What the body urges and needs;
Numb as far as limitations,
And dealing with immoral deeds.
Nothing is able to hold back,
Emotions in building you up;
A potion you drink does not lack,
The taste as you sip from the cup.
A smile tells you it is time,
To proceed into the next move;
No regrets to commit a crime,
And feeling to be in the groove.
But I feel as a storm immerse,
The need has been taken away;
Causing the urge to reverse,
No longer a feeling to stray.
Thank God for the Holy Spirit,
For stopping a dreadful mistake;
No sin committed to merit,
That would cause the Lord to forsake.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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