The Viper Which is Called Vice


All mankind struggles for his soul
Some win the day with ease and joy
Yet others pay a heavy toll
To free themselves from pleasures’ ploy
Alluring is the sirens song
Which sends so many to their doom.
A cursed snare for e’en the strong,
She’s woven ‘pon her witchly loom
.

The glutton endlessly desires
Forever wanting more to eat,
They gorge till they are ‘pon the pyre
And learn that Death the young can meet
.

Sly sloth embraces us with care
“There is time” she will surely say,
“A chance to rest is all too rare.”
Until gone is your final day
.

Insidious is envy’s strife,
Our comrades set against their kin.
Made jealous of his brother’s life
He falls to foul and murd’rous
sin.

Greed e’er grasps more than is his share
By cunning sleight or vicious might
He takes and takes and leaves none spare
He steals what is another’s right.

The spawn of wrath is rashful act
He’s driven countless ruthless blows,
Rage fueled hands have the sinless smacked
And leave harmed hearts and aching woes
.

Pride makes a fool of every man
His flaws are hidden from his gaze,
He’d sooner snub his loving clan
Than alter foolish, painful ways
.

That feared corrupter of men’s souls
Lust ever drives with painful needs.
That most depraved among the trolls,
She yearns for ever vile misdeeds.

I speak to those who’re gone astray
They who do search for strength to pray,
Who fear their souls are cast away
And think they cannot face the day:

You are not lost; there is hope yet
Time remains before the sun sets
The greater man makes battle twice,
With the foul viper which is vice.


-By The Chad

One comment

  1. This is a well-crafted piece of verse with a good message. It reminded that, for all our moral failures, we should keep in mind Ezekiel 33 and that how we finish our course is most important.

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