In the night brews Devil’s drink,
With a dash of wrath and pinch of hate,
A spoon of lust and two of greed,
A single gram of gluttony.
A grain of pride is good as salt,
An ounce of envy has no fault,
And last of course a cup of sloth,
Brings to bear eternal broth…
A voice inside says “Just one sip”
The devil waits for will to slip.
We close our lips and turn our heads,
Gulping down this drink of dread,
Innocence lost to time me thinks….
Our veins now hold the Devil’s drink.