He gazed lovingly at that nicotine puff
while she was tempted for another bite
He wowed to quit salicious links
while she promised not to drink tonight

But we're mortal and the flesh is weak
One last time, they said convincingly
be enslaved in their private prisons
free to escape, but incarcerated willingly

For can we be truly human
and not ever give into vice?
not have the fear of temptation
live a life uncompromised?

The End

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