Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.
Forgive what you do not approve & love me for this energetic exertion of my talent
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.
Every harlot was a virgin once.
Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.