Imp of Perverse
There is this little devil,
whispering in my mind.
It takes it’s time to revel,
when its whims I’ve declined.
It only truly celebrates,
if to it’s wishes I’ve resigned,
and walking through that devil’s gate
leaving morality behind.
Its that little creature
that can get you in a bind,
when listening to evil’s preacher,
evil actions you’ll be inclined.
William Sutphin