destroyer of nature, taking hold
of that creature called hate
twisting,and binding
confusing your fate
envy so deep and sound
just release
worry not for the life of
one's service in not to please another
what one has, the other should not covet
just release
for until your free
no peace will encompass the mind
the lust wil not cease to burn
until it seeks what it can find
Please tell me what you think
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ooh bitter nice write. I think there are too many words on the third line, it just sounds a little clustered. the lust will not cease to burn, until it seeks what it can find - a brilliant line

