Brutal dualities riot within
My impassioned sins not yet jilted,
far too laborious to forsake what I can’t regret
Remorse does not rejoice in carnal pleasures as I have 
Two incompatible facets of myself, 
brawling discreetly under the surface
Bubbling over in subtle measures
Lascivious impulse being buried deep,
is it feasible for it to remain there?