Unprovide my mind, please. Lest I care about matters of the flesh. Listen to my expostulation, as I am prostrate bowed. I do not want exoneration, for lust stains will remain but I can no longer stand the tenacity of it. For it no longer can command in guaranteeing its veracity. So I long for someone to fetch this excellent wretch from me. The inner dome of Heaven has fallen and with it, this wicked thing's ethereal appearence. Revealing the venereal act planned from the begining. I run far and hide from Daystar. No longer enamored with its lustful glamour. I wish for its allure to be nullified and so it may unprovide my mind.