DISGRACED
Sin is dressed in beauty and glamour,
titillating our desires to want to savour,
we test the waters to see if it's safe,
partake of the delights as we fall from grace.
Mans greatest fall is our moral decline,
that is camouflaged in pleasure so sublime,
all appears quite fine as we enter in,
then find ourselves in a fiery ring.
We see our error a little too late,
as we try to escape they close the gate,
our shameful deeds are thrown in our face,
down we go into the dungeons of disgrace.
We don't know where our help can be found,
we land in a circle that goes round and round,
following the paths that lead to decay,
finding excuses to make all okay. ©
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