Vanity strikes
Interfering with the right
thoughts
Soiled in turmoil is a soul
Lost.

Sacred origins
Vainglorious in the present
Denying your better being’s presence.

That Trojan horse is portrayed to evade suspicion
while excessive addictions 
seep through the pores of the wicked.

The stench is filthy
No charge needed for the guilty
As the wheel turns
In the end
It will be hellfire’s victory.