As easy for water
To trickle down
Easier for habits
Bad to be conjured
Once conjured
Easier to assimilate
Not afraid of further falls.
Making sacrifices big and small
Attain heights
Where, vice
Merely in thoughts
Pricks the conscience
Forewarns of fall
Of which
Soul would find
Difficult to absolve
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