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Wanton world we live the endless days and nights filled with lust unfulfilled and draining souls.  Passions are rising in Bacchanal desire.  The magnitude of the present is everclear to all of us.  But the goals and prodding aims of subjectivity are expired.  The expiration date passed we are condemned to sour milk of despair.  The sacrifice of Prometheus gives us fire and then it engulfs us in flames.  We are naked facing the coming of the dawn.  Our flesh is tanning under the burning glory of a passionate sun.   

wanton world we live

the sins unfullfilled by time

despair still rising

Bacchanal desire rise

burn under glorious sun