Out damned spot

Jesus, my natural man is enticed by its desires and lusts. The smell of flesh, the feral rush of endorphins with spotted prey, the unchained imagination prowling... one is inclined to agree with Freud. What holds a man back? He denies one dog its meat to feed the other, under the guise of propriety. Damn the civil wickedness. May it not be said of this man that his own hand stayed the pulsing demand of his desires; only to feed the animal in the secret dark what was denied in the open day. May this man be mastered by a Spirit. May they not stay. God, forbid they stay.