Ten billion atoms and yet a flesh soo weak. It faints for a woman ,  as dog to its bone, Yields at her feet
In the darkness she may whisper, it hurries to aid,
her most selfish wants, while it's soul yet disarrays
Her lust is famous for great great demise
Great Salomon and Samson
to her, who am I
for my fate is fixed might as well wait my turn,
Woman conquers flesh then after, thy soul burns.