The power
Power that seduces us, money and pleasure,
Just the most sublime of the altars
And when you touch thou certainly
You will see just how beautiful and majestic,
Even while now, this ragged
Devil in the various whorehouses
Most subtle ways, the profane pleasures.
After the storm the delightful
Scenario showing up in gold and females
Various twins’ souls being almost
And in them strips itself this delirium,
Leaving behind the virulence
Of spurious innocence without profit
By killing what remained in you, martyrdom...
Loures
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