The flesh

These hands that belong to me

The hands that sin

The ones that cheat, steal and offend

I send them out to do good

These hands seem to fail me

Somewhere between my intentions to my actions

The decision to do good gets lost

My fingers dance with my fate

My thumbs twiddle to pass blame

While trying to avoid the consequence

The works of the flesh

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