The Wretchedness of Flesh

People speak of balance And seem to ignore decay Born into the world so helpless And in weakness we all stay The flesh is frail and brittle And easily ruined A fickle host at best For the hungers of the flesh Some are in denial Claiming to be above But deep inside their souls burn Both with hatred and with love So as we continue to act out the mockery That we call civilized life Our animal side overanalyzed But never cast aside I cannot stand the pride some take In thinking they stand so tall It might be a blade, a germ, or a bullet But something kills us all And if you don’t believe in frailty Time waits for you, believe For one day the reaper comes for you Because no one dodges death