Lust

Stone of philosophers, ruby red stone,

which caused so much sacrifice and misery unknown.

Deceptively though, the stone did appeal

and made foolish men think its happiness real.

O wise philosopher u must grieve no more

if u wish to revive the mirth of before.

u must face your past, for u cannot atone

for the damage u wrought with the wretched red stone.

Where is the land? That land from the past,

which many before u sought and amassed?

Take heed of their folly, and don't be deceived

door the trap which left many despaired and bereaved.

Though for happiness, power and ease they did strive,

instead they found death and now none are alive.

Consider these perished; this warning adhere.

Will u continue to seek out this stone you held dear?

u who beheld it’s baneful hue red

when the blood of your own arm and own leg was shed?

Stone of philosophers, ruby red stone.

When will u cease and leave mankind alone?