Temptation
A word which first takes the mind straight to sin
And as soon to evil one could not win:
Always remember ‘spiritual exam’
For what you and I weigh in Divine Gram…
You can guess the examiner: Satan,
Sometimes, choosing an uncaring Nathan:
The too-good-at-cracking-the-harshest joke
And you could not but his face in blood soak…
In the world of lust a kiss made a must
And she’s another’s wife, not counted cost;
In the game of cards staking a Million
One had borrowed from a bank’s strict bullion…
In the field of writing, plagiarism,
No thought about its sure cataclysm
I could argue: behind many murders
By killers sure they’d still see their mothers:
More broadly, taking the risky for safe,
Then, realizing that it does hard skin chafe…
That which we could escape its penalty
But this takes not to a finality…
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