A whisper of evil on the right,
A prayer of good on the left.
One tempts me to follow my desires,
One asks for sacrifice to admire.
Each choice, a game of truth and dare,
Virtue and darkness, none to spare.
The devil laughs, the angel stays,
Grinning at consequences in subtle ways.
Then a mirror twists and bends,
Mocking the life, nothing to amend.
Pious lies and blurred truths unfold,
A cluster of sins, a wicked soul.