Delirious flesh overpowering the frail inner voice,
A bite into the fruit of temptation, the Fallen’s irresistible bait.
Soul sold to guilt and remorse till date,
For ignoring the Lamb who laid His life to pay the debt.
Infidelity, gluttony, lust, murder and greed,
Sins committed by brutally killing the scruples.
The brutal slit of the golden goose’s belly
Only to discover the gaping void of misery.
Midas’ wish for the golden touch,
In lieu of his darling offspring’s loss.
Succumbed to temptation,
The flesh wins the race.
The spirit rides the dark horse,
Galloping backwards away from even the last place.
Who’s to be blamed? The accused victim
Or the lethal desire that rules the human race.