Welcome hither
oh mighty death;
thy lethal blow
you strike,
whenever and wherever
you like.
at the outset , I knew my fate;
I’ll meet it early or late.
life is an ephemeral flame,
fraught with blame
and ineffable shame.
I sinned and thought it a fleeting game
but it was met with no acclaim.
to lust I succumbed
and women’s busts I screwed.
once the lewd beast satisfied,
an acute qualm ensued
and a prick of conscience renewed.
forgive me God
for all that I did
and take no heed
of my vile deed.
for your mercy , I plead
and from now on
abstinence is my creed.
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