The ignorance of a soul,
In the bliss of lust.
A bliss in deceit,
Under the green grass,
Lies the viper,
The silent snake,
That bites in a moment.
There I sat,
On the mountain top,
A little girl I beheld,
Trapped in the web of lust,
She feels so happy,
She craves for love,
All her hopes,
Hangs in the starry skies.
Behold I blow my whistle,
My little girl,
If thou would listen,
And avoid the path,
Of the deceiver.
I stretch my hands,
I am ignored,
Like a little bird,
There she haste,
In pursuit of the bait.
I cry out,
She smiles in her bliss,
Reproved but strong,
Her emotions so great,
None her heart can change,
A sheep to the slaughter,
She resists not.
The lust of a moment,
Terminated into hate,
There lies the evil one,
As a brave hunter,
He traps her,
She is caught,
Heart broken and disappointed.
Too soon it fades out,
The lust of the body,
The crush of the heart,
At last she weeps.
I beheld in pity,
The agony of the unseen,
Waiting to be,
At the slaughter,
How I wish I could help,
If you had listened to me.
The desperation of a soul in bondage,
Then I recalled,
The bliss of lust,
The weakness of the flesh,
The foundation of lies,
Broken too soon,
I could not but weep,
For the anguish of the soul,
In the shame of lust.