The decisions of a dying sinner
thin the heart and make the flesh grow thicker.
The voice of righteousness is small and weary;
God is downcast and says, "Why won't you hear me?"
Passing each moment between life and death,
the sense of right and wrong has become bereft.
Overpowering is the reasoning of the Devil.
What was made perfect and straight is no longer level.
Friends have become means to get insatiable lusts
The innards, once soft, are unbreakable crusts
Hanging on a rope and climbing down, down, down
to the depths of tortures' undying sound, sound, sound.
M. Smith
