Relapse

The state of the worse. The state of the damned Is this the sad state where I find that I am? The evil inside me who long dwelt therein I’d given him home for he felt like a friend But then cast I did he out of necessity To walk in dry places, where rest he did seek And while he did roam, I did set forth alone Acting quickly to sweep and to garnish my home Till at last it did seem to be ornate and clean And I said to myself, “I am finally free” But then after a time, when no rest he could find He turned back to my home that was clean and refined And he studied to know in what state it might be: Smiling subtle and cold… for my house was empty Then he quick turned about with a wave of his hand Calling seven more like him to join in his plan Where they all entered in with a mindset to stay Thus I cannot believe at the end of he day How I’ve come to arrive in this state where I am The state of the worse. The state of the damned Ref: Matthew 12: 43-45