I try to see my oddessey, 
but obviously the velocity
of animosity is a monstrosity...

Blurry vision

Temptation need not be confused with conviction.
Of course I feel the pull of wicked ways,
But the lure is not my Oddessey.
I could write a thousand sins,
Repent, inevitably repeat, and lie
I am ruled by a crooked rage
A poisoned oak in a forgotten wood
Rotting, to the grave I wear this facade.

Infected

From the forests to the seas
Great planets and beyond
Ever wanderers we 
Until we are but gone