Sonnet: Introspection
What right have I to tempt a soul to sin?
What right have I to show bad example?
What right have I to make soul sin's waste-bin?
What right have I to offer Eve's Apple?
How can I do the work, the devil does?
How can I mislead others into sin?
How can I help one sin and to God curse?
How can I Satan's friendship, favours win?
Accursed be me, the wrath of God shall come;
Atone, let me before His Rod gets raised;
Renounce, let me, the devil, not stay dumb;
Confess, let me my sins; Let God be praised.
For devils can't give me my Salvation;
Let me live life in Christ's imitation.
poem by John Celes
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