This curse endured like adamantine chains, Is like the canker to a flower's bloom, A force that runs like lava through the veins, And not restrained, can lead us to our doom. As earth revolves to bring us day and night, The heart of every human beats its drum, In time to melodies of false delight, Temptation whispers that we must succumb. A mist enshrouds the mind, and reason hides Its eyes behind its hand, and then the power Of fires that dwell within the loins,they chide, But what can taste so sweet,can soon taste sour. For, those who have to face the aftermath, Will know the might of consequences wrath.Birth sign: Aquarius
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