Sin

A devils curse which is upon all
A substance which lives deep within
It starts out so very small
But grows with every temptation

Try to conquer this
You most likely will fail.
Leaves no Innocent life bliss
Strands you without even a trail.

Life becomes more complicated
As this small ball grows
But it is able to be resisted
Save yourself and let your mind repose

One leads to another
And everything gets worse
This substance is like no other
And it's only getting even more worse

Nothing good comes out of it
Nothing ever will
It will grow until this world finally ends
And everything is still

But it waits
Waits for years and years
Till the next time God makes man
Then the devils curse appears

Life was never meant for sin
Nor will it ever be
But as long as the devil has temptation
This is all we'll see...