As the soul transmogrifies
The body follows suit
On bended knee
A twisted tree
Grows not without a root
Avarice and gluttony
Come not without a source
From deep inside
One cannot hide
Not God, but man
Of course
Envy, pride, sloth, lust
Not products of a father
Who leads his children to the stream
But not to drink the water
From time to time
Although sublime
Man strays from righteous path
A product of iniquity
That in the end is
WRATH