The fall of man
First began
With the making of earth

First with greed
Then with envy
There no better than dirt

Then there's me
An infectious disease
My hearts obscure thud

Cutting my thighs
My evil lies
I'm no better than mud

Last's my chest
The knife pierces my breast
The blood leaves me in a flood

Empty, confused
Suicidally diffused
I lay dead, in a bath full of my dark tainted blood….