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
Copyright © Wendy Nipas | Year Posted 2018
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