THE TREE LIES WHERE IT FALLS

No matter how beautiful your smile 
It's shadow remains black, 
Like the soul of a man 
Lost to the deceit of his lust.

His appetite grows with desire 
He hungers for what his mind entertains 
And His wishes are granted 
To the destruction of his soul.

Thinking of life eternal 
Is like painting the color of the wind
But the hunger of lust and desire 
Recycles in the heart of man.

Who can forbid or forbear 
The impulses and gratification of sin,
We sing in its choir, dance to its rhythm,
And drink of its rivers of tainted waters.

We were born slaves to our desires,
And by our desires,
We will all be consumed.

Wilford Barker.