My Child
Vices will come ahead of you
Perhaps you don't know
Lucifer is a killer of our soul

He scatters all of them
And himself sits in our brain

Each one is luscious and well dressed
And he directs us to make us trust them

My child
That path is strewn with thorns
And destination is a burning pool

You will find him there jeering
At your tormented soul in flames

But God is watching us
He saves those who walk on good
And make his schemes foil