Lord, abet me put aside
The vain and frivolous pride
I nurture within me inside

Lord, do not allow to seed
Vicious barnacles of greed
Eventhough I am in need

Lord, erase the vanity
Revealed by mask of envy
Searing me to atrophy

Lord, shield me from glaring gust
Of humid, temperate lust
For it taints my soul with rust

Lord, allow not to gather
In my heart and mind anger
Make it lag, take it faster

Lord, let me not be clumsy
Due to frisky gluttony
Horror of obesity

Lord, shun me from insolence
Brought by putrid indolence
Rip this slough of negligence.

-11/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*reflective mood