Searching For Chastity

In between bedsheets, pillows and covers lie a mystery for eons uncovered. Secrets only revealed when passions arise, mistakes made when riding high on the tide. Once held sacred the union only for copulation, trends follow and morality is damaged for a glimpse of mere satusfaction. The lust drew breath imortalised in artifacts of marble, with eyes wide open from the bite of an apple...
But who is to shield our future generations, the decay runs deep and the smell is putrid in elaboration. Masking intentions with ads quoting protection, the villains in caps and masks advocating its continuation. Disease of venereal nature obscuring the scenes, with their arms they clutch their balls claiming they are made of steal...
I am not the prophecy, I don't have the magic chalice, I dont hold the keys to the fountain of malice. I am but a meer traveller who caught onto the red tape in context, now I raise my staff pretending I have a messianic complex. Truth be told I'm yet complete, with love I give without deplete. But who is to see when my groin is fastened with belts, Risen from the ashes or just detained. To the alter I take my dignity worn on my sleeve, I saw the light when I met my Eve...