Crushing the Crushing moments

The mystery behind people falling into pool of lust
It's so hard to unravel
Though I won't be a slave to lust
So I arrive as it's adversary
But somehow I'm interested in Marys and motives
So to the first unmanly creature
The fascinating thing wasn't painted in straight colors
Just found my self dangling around...
Around her sweet solo and persona
Blessed with the bigger box of issuing
Then my bible verse found it way into my head
Flee also youthful lust.
 
To the epicene that follows
The Christ in her seemed like an higher one
Beauty stood there at the corridor of her face
Screaming 'you moron!
ask me out on a date,'
but for some reason I can't seem to fathom
Me refuse to dwell at her land.
The reason still undiscovered,
Only i knew the thirst was filled with though ofChrist.

sissified in the perfect way
Wearing the natural skin of a Carica papaya
Though not in the real eight shape
But she flashes like it
I find it intriguing
Ofcourse she's a Mary
But a Mary of Marys
Her lips remind me of the velvet red
With the dream of we becoming a duo
As my heart wouldn't stop singing her's
I've used the word
I've used the sword
Then God walked through my heart,
All in the name of fighting;
Fighting this Willie Willie stuff called crush.