Folly

Yo, your wickedness is weakness

Truth is beyond belief, and I hate to be the one to teach you

That these feelings deeply rooted in evil

As if they dug a needle in your cerebral

That only breeds rebellion, people

Feeble minds become fickle hence the frequent fall from grace before the Elohim returns for sequels

Should you call it folly, but all accounts are calling and these followers can read you

Some others out to bleed you

But let me introduce you, to The Poet of Babylon paying heed to

The elephant in the room

That's the truth