Fighting Temptations Poem by Adams King

Tonight we shall beat the drums
The drums of regret
We will blame not the gods
But blame ourselves

Who taught us to be righteous
When sinners make gains
Who quoted proverbial scriptures
Saying no pain no gain

We've long suffered more stench
The burden of righteousness
Yet we sit on our religious bench
Listening to the preacher in pretence

We should be dead to the world
Lest we loose our own dear soul
We should believe Christ and his words
For that's the only way he knows

Yet in our heart we seek for wealth
Not minding the path to take
The wages of mistakes is death
My inner man by the word will shake

I have attempted the devil's way
But retreat on my very first step
The word take me to where I swayed
Providing some temporal relief and help

As a man struggling with much pains
I sit to marvel at the cowardice of my soul
Can't I the whole wide world gain
Yet make grounds to loose not my soul

I'm tired of being righteous and poor
While sinners make fattened fortune
We all desire to have more and more
And dance to the world corrupted tune