Are we born in sin?

Each limb an extension

Of anger, envy, and greed?

Our selfish nature,

A constant distraction,

Seeming though a need?

Do we learn to sin?

When society corrupts,

And we stumble deep in doubt?

A festering fear

Of never knowing

What goodness is about.

Do we push the line

To anger him and

Wonder what will cost her?

Forever asking

And never knowing

When man becomes a monster.