the evil temptation of man;
I am the serpent of the garden.
I offer you peace and happiness,
But give you none.
I offer you a ray of hope,
Then burn you with the sun.
I offer you everything, if you will give all:
The pleasure is mine in watching you fall.
Soon, you will grow dependent on me;
You will want me more and more.
You fight to gain possession of me,
But what are you fighting for?
You waste away and will not save yourself:
You will not turn to something else.
Slowly, my poison seeps through your body;
Still, you cannot get enough of me.
You wither and wilt like a dying flower,
Then you fade away to . . . nothing.