Come the regressions of impairment I sealed myself away from concious thought. The denial of the carnal urges to which all mankind held a key from sin rightfully bought. I cannot concieve more and more the etiquete of interest within the lustful gates by my side. For I fear now that I've lost the consistency to every living being's natural urge they hide. Matters of the flesh are to me rightfully denied with the whim of care. And those whom come to seek it's vantages, it is a curse to which you may share