| First to the death are the sins of the flesh;
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| Those who lurk shielded by the night
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| The leopardess shrieks thus unlocking inner lust, desire and strife
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| For those who are not strong, these urges, to life they are drawn
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| To commit sins of lust means to be aimlessly thrown at the will of an almighty
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| storm
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| This raging tempest does exhaust the mind as the bodies are torn about
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| The screams of the unholy cannot be heard over the thunderous shout
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| Eternally blown in violent winds of hail their bodies do beg rest
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| The sins for which we pay, appeal to the most lustful of men
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| Hunger for depraved acts of flesh entombing your soul in sin
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| Your skins with boils and puss must burst the wind beats your back
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| For the morals with which you stay heaven’s eternity you lack
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| Those who spend their mortal lives in industries immersed in sex
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| Treacherously crave for flesh this penalty should not perplex
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| To lose oneself in a diabolical path is to needlessly wonder
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| The storm fulfilling the ultimate wish leaving souls to forever ponder
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| In this realm, which you now dwell: in the second circle pit of Hell |