Footpath of serpentine madness

Often beckons me

Travelled roads of badness

Callous monstrosity

Desirous to do better

Rather than going astray

Choices led to be fettered

There had to be a better way

Helpless to make a decision

Without guidance extraordinaire

Only one who listened

Interrupted every prayer

Resisted his assistance

A shadowy figure of lore

Outdistanced his persistence

In search of something more

The path taken to salvation

Isn’t always brightly lit

But it’s better than condemnation

In a fire and brimstone pit

So when it’s time to listen

Trust the voice you hear the most

Start anew and christen

Your mind as the guidepost

Ignore whispers of heathens

Don’t rely on the crucified

Listen to the three wise men

Me, myself and I