However eagerly we might believe
That human beings are basically kind,
There’ll come a time when everyone will grieve
To recognize we’re otherwise designed:
That envy, anger, gluttony and greed,
As well as lust and sloth, but mainly pride
Can captivate our willing souls and lead
To heinous deeds that Goodness can’t abide.
Is there no antidote for such disease,
No way to cure this innate malady,
No key that from such abject bondage frees,
No absolution from just penalty?
No way but by confession and remorse,
Then seeking to align with goodness’ Source.