Lust The Master of Darkness

quietly on the last row of the church. Not because he was late, but because he didn't feel like being seen. His face looked calm, but his mind was wild. The choir sang about surrender, but his t

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trying to live holy when the world outside the church walls was soaked in seduction. Lagos wasn'

. Billboard after billboard - skin, flesh, va

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