Each one of us has temptation;
Tis something seeks us to bring down;
A flesh-pull of being which echoes of meaning;
And makes us lose sight for to drown.
Some struggle to death for with hate;
Sensations to them which are due;
Ev’ry situation to darkness oblation;
Repost to all discourse is rue.
Now others their burden is envy;
Dredging bitterness in the not just;
They rail ‘gainst the wealthy, the pretty, the healthy;
Finding how by to satisfy lust.
There are those who chase meaning in power;
Believing it their right to rule;
Still in the silence while gripping the violence;
Their worth they have found in the cruel.
But what for to those who all three;
Aforementioned vile traits they do strive?
In perfect rapport their great evil does soar;
Triad wicked of urge does connive.
For those discontent tis the way;
To cherish the ruin we cradle;
To see in the vice for our life a fine spice;
And which then we dispense with a ladle.