Romans 7:18 

18 For I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my flesh.

For I want to do the good, but I cannot do it.

Flesh oh flesh! You are so destructive – you survive on iniquity

In the war of depravity you are so selective with imposed tranquility

Rest for the weary you fill with games to escape present reality

You are a master of labeling names as you produce scum of futility

Emptiness is filling your safe with your treasured savings of hollowness

Your designated goals used as stuffing through your perverted silliness

King for a day and death everlasting – in choices you've made for others

Beyond your control as you’re fasting on a diet of guile that self smothers

Your end was inside before you were born

Your “life” was over before your first breath

Just like Judas Iscariot you were born to scorn

Only to disappear in the here-after mess

Jan Wienen