Lust for the Undesired...

Unmatured,
malnutritioned,
fucked thy wounds
for ye own sacred desire.

Need for currency,
but should ye,
bring out,
small angels.

Beauty ov desire,
one ov those seven deadly sins,
so called Lust.

Beauty ov ye own,
why couldst,
you bring it,
for this black currency.

Stop all these,
for ye shalt be,
forgiven,
some either day,
or after reincarnation.

Poor little angels,
suffering diseases,
elder to ye.

Forsake em,
Before it gets,
too late,
angels may turn demons.

The apocalypse is nearing,
for it,
none ov ye,
shalt ever survive,
converted Demons,
ov Heaven or Hell,
may crucify your soul,
heights above,
or depths below.