Control

Control Slaves of Sin, we are the minions That is, if we choose to be Though Sin houses in our system We need not follow her decree With her allure and her enticements She may tempt you to do wrong Even fool you into thinking It’s only then you do belong Sin knows well how to seduce you Just to have you try and taste For she doesn’t like what’s modest And she loathes that what is chaste Mind your ears, for those she’ll tickle With the things you should not hear And your eyes, soon will be gaping At everything that you should fear She will even have you smelling Scents and fragrances so sweet Even though these are all stenches ’Cause she’s so full of deceit And she knows, oh she is certain Once you are under her spell You’ll be craving sinful pleasures She’s within us, she can tell So it’s up to you, dear mortal For the well-being of your soul Choose not to become a minion Let your conscience take control. Wendy Nipas