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Sep 2014
We let lust lure us
To beds beside Belthus
Making mountains murmur and
moan for pleasures
Fulfilling the flesh follies that fills
us

There , there trample on suitors
Creeping like crickets on sea shores
Lit little lamps and lead us
Through these things so , so
treacherous

Sunshine shearing our skin sores
As we walk and work the wild soils
All ail has ended mid- course
As Home! Home! Hauls the voice of
Jesus .
Belthus in this poem means no
more than a suggested name but it
is suppose to be a personification
of unquenchable urge for things of
the flesh
T2m
Written by
T2m  Jos, Nigeria
(Jos, Nigeria)   
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