Wisdom for the Condemned
Stand forth, so that the nations may see.
Who you always were and potentially can be.
So blessed is he who replenishes,
Perfects, and never ceases to correct worldly blemishes.
But to that person who sits idle.
Judgment comes speedily, and eternally stands final.
Lamentations recede his carnal sensuality.
All the remorse for the one impeding upon the adversary's boundary.
Remove the influence that throngs your weakness.
Protect your character, shield and repress.
It will tarnish what lies valuable among heavenly treasure.
Who would trade an eternity of perfection for a moment of pleasure?
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