You know my enemy
That sly insidious
vice whisperer extraordinaire
of a persuasive bent
taking up residence
in your easily influenced head
that gets you to do
what you know
deep down
you should not do
Those clever rationalizations
that sugar coat temptation
making them go down easy
Say hello to Dr Satan
Purveyor of feel good prescriptions
And you certainly
know me
I'm that feeling
in your heart that
tugs at your soul
That nagging doubt
when you do the mischief
your heart screams
you should not do
I am your conscience
Defender of your soul
Excavator of buried morality
I am God
The one flaw in my design
(at least the angels say so)
is the free choice
I installed in man eons ago
I beg to differ
My faith
in this product
of my divine creation
remains eternally steadfast
As do my lofty expectations
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