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Lust
Feel the wind as it passes through the error of your existence. Does it frighten you to know you were never meant to be created? Where God held you in his hand and ponders suspense, but you've gone away and now here today this is where you've faded.
Where the days have fallen to night and dawn rose again. Where water is reflected, but its rippling the blue. The waves of the ocean wind just almost to blow away the sin. You've washed free of wonder as your existence of error begins a new.
Soon the ocean shall drain. The wind shall be nothing more than a gust. Your faltered thoughts of life left you in bain. Your life is nothing more than just a reflection of the wind that once passed through you. Lust.
