The world knows it and yet falls in this swamp, br Though knowing well one can’t come out alive; br Lust works its charms and you feel you are champ, br But stings to death like swarm of bees from hive. br br Lust comes to man like dreams enjoyable too, br But leaves a tired frame and heart of guilt; br Until you fall a victim, lust holds you, br And there-after, the vice will stay in-built. br br Lust blinds the eye that used to see true love, br And leaves a man both sick in mind and heart; br If not steady, it can any heart move, br And keeps the soul sinful, till you depart. br br No God of love can in a soul such dwell, br Lust grows like cancer, taking soul to Hell.