This life cannot live alone.
Sexual sin is not my abode.
Lust and covetousness cannot suffice.
Though I've sinned, the end hath arised.
This hath been an impetuously long war.
At times, only truth is all I'm fightin' for.

A woman, A dame! Her body is serene!
A sanctuary not to touch or to be seen.
More than gold and all it's resplendent plunder,
Is her heart to find love to whom with share,
With one whose soul shines forth in pious glare.
Yet, to pevert and extort, is to live six under.

God, Father, El-Shaddai, the King,
Life is too transient to let the sin sing.
Though comely, I cannot bear thou sting.
This is my affidavit to thy leaving.

Save the day whence I give her my ring,
And all of the king's angels rejoice to sing,
"Yea, truly redemption dost the love bring."
Truly redemption, dost the love bring.

The End.