What I would give that I could see
a place to draw the line

between the good that I desire
and what is really thine.

Gone from my heart is love of Love
and in its place you’ll find

an image of created good,
the pale facade of life.

As son of Adam I am cursed
to take what’s yours as mine,

to constantly corrupt what’s given
by treating it divine.

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