They think evil is like an item,
Some random or deliberate picking,
By this grubby hand of mine, reaching
For options inside the devil’s basket of trouble.
They lie, or are just too confused by the truth.
How do I explain to them, the misled, and the befuddled?
Evil was a seed sown at conception,
A free gift of nature, fate’s selfless allocation,
Activated the moment egg met sperm,
Nurtured and carefully watered by life,
Until it grew into an adult me.