Tame thy wicked heart or be tamed by it!
The very reason for man's greatest fall.
The sweetest nectar that one would submit,
Savoring the sour sense of a sad squall.
Thy heart is within the depths of one's chest,
Set in a cage of bones where it resides.
T'is purposely confined without a jest,
In order for man to solely decide.
But it's whistling whisper is whimsical,
Using sweet temptation as its lure.
T'is both enticing but satirical,
Deceiving man's mind, so bold and so pure.
Oh heart, the one man should greatly subdue,
But the fruit is what one wants to pursue.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC
Tame thy wicked heart or be tamed by it!
The very reason for man's greatest fall.
The sweetest nectar that one would submit,
Savoring the sour sense of a sad squall.
Thy heart is within the depths of one's chest,
Set in a cage of bones where it resides.
T'is purposely confined without a jest,
In order for man to solely decide.
But it's whistling whisper is whimsical,
Using sweet temptation as its lure.
T'is both enticing but satirical,
Deceiving man's mind, so bold and so pure.
Oh heart, the one man should greatly subdue,
But the fruit is what one wants to pursue.
"Follow your heart" is what I've been told before.
However, does the heart really know what is good for man?
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