Why’s it easy to do evil? Even idleness succeeds,
Like a tilled land left alone is overruled by weeds.
And as an open house is soon infested with insects,
So an open home’s soon bested as jealousy infects.
Lies chase our first words, like a lion to his prey,
Purity yields to pollution, like the stream on its way.
The school of darkness we’re in repeats these lessons,
And all students within are refused a convalescence.
~Poet of Ephraim
Poet of Ephraim 