Man’s desire causes sin,
As weak he had been,
And for more wickedness he plots,
He consumes passions and burdens God,
He makes god tired with his happiness’ plea,
All evils he commits and remains in glee.
He places his instincts above his conscience,
Making fake sermons, in darkness he shines.
Fool is the yes-man who does not change his nature,
And with his gratifications’ –smokes, his soul, he covers
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