The Four Foul-ups

Thy fear commences like a tiny spark
Stays like a gentle flame
And when the time cometh
For destiny and success
The fear rises like a fire betimes
And kindles everything in its neck of the woods

And thy greed cometh stealthily
seeming like a innocuous fly
and when the time cometh
for charity and altruism
it grows up to be a enormous vulture betimes
and feeds on all benevolence in its neck of the woods

And thy envy cometh in like a guest
takes its first step into your mind
and when the time cometh
for merriment and jubilation
the guest turns into a tyrant betimes
and takes over everything in its neck of the woods


And thy hauteur cometh with a tiny achievement
agglomerates to create a mountain
And when the time cometh
for reality's river
the river breaches the mountain betimes
and washes away all the land in its neck of the woods