Lust is a Monster

Lurchng in the deepest corners of the mind,
Lust conceals its evil with currents of arousal; released throughout the flesh.
Lord, deliver me from the clutches of Lust

It is a savage race.  The currents of arousal vs. the minds' eye; destined beyond the groin. 
Lord, deliver me from all the frills I seek in the matters of the flesh. 
Let my minds' eye overtake all unrighteous intentions.

With fangs of fiery, Lust sinks into the weak willed, blinding the minds' eye with drifting flames.
Lord, deliver me from the sins that heat the borders of my strength.
The aroma of forplay ignites animalistic chemistry.  Blatant pleasure, temporary fulfillment....
Lord, deliver me from temptation for I know not the beast that conjures these sinful pleasures.

Let the mind travel amongst the refugess, Lend the eye a vision that mollifies the wicked  ways of Lust. 
May the minds' eye be empowered with massive weaponry.
Lust is undoubtedly a monster, a beast of selfishness, a tyrant in its own right. 
If Lust settles in, it can decompose the moral capacity in a solitary swoosh.
With a firm stance, all weapons cast, all shields at bay, the conscience prepares to battle the tunultuous bastard. 
Within one swoop, the mind is blindsided. 
Lust has drawn its sword and lashed out against all righteousness. 
Sin seeps from the minds wound yet core empowerments apply pressure.

The battle is won, restoring harmony to the soul.  Thank you Lord once again for delivering me from Lust