Alas, after a world-weary and secular dry spell, I managed to conjure up this piece from, shall we say, macabre recesses of my mind.

This poem is about how the mind encourages us to sin, against our name, our souls and our bodies, beit through neglect, murder (however organised, it's still murder), theft, sexual degradation, violence, perjury or trickery. These things blight the 5 guides to life, and so will condemn ancestors to shame.

Still, it was fun to put into words.

Love any comments!
HxR

If I said I loved this poem I would be lying. I honestly cannot stop reading it. I've already sent it to many of my friends and family on e-mail and everyone wrote back asking me to tell you that they loved it. But like I said, I do not love it. It's so powerful that I simply cannot get enough of it. VERY well done. (Just to make sure you understand, I mean I love it more than loving it...Duh.)