
At emptiness tricked out to daze
Not heeding the emptiness within.
What soul lies behind those wanton eyes,
Decked out with death and dead’ning lies?
That breast uplifted, those silken thighs,
Those welcoming arms, those hidden harms,
Bid the blind unwary enter in.
The fool enters through the gate of pleasure
Tasting the lascivious fruit of sin,
Not seeing death its hidden treasure.
Blind lust is a fool to wanton gaze
At emptiness tricked out to daze,
Heeding not the nothingness within.
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