I've tried to flee from lustful thought and act.
The thought of sexuality,the thought of lust.
My flesh is mainly made for it,that's fact.
In ***** bed,the pleasure of mine trust.

Though fear of God still ring in heart of mine.
Like sheep against a lion, I'm weak,
to firmly stand and work God's vine,
but rather I remain a ****** freak.

But worker often get his wage,mine's death.
An eternal punishment of mine is hell.
I need to change before I take my last breath.
I'm now determined to be heaven's dwell.

I'll settle down and
learn from Jesus
Christ,
who lived but flesh
of his,he sacrified.