Sonnet: Vice Begets More Vice

No evil mind or heart is called righteous; An evil source begets just evil things; Devils don’t care if life is most precious; True charity from hearts good, loudly rings. Goodness isn’t born from wretched human hearts; You cannot feign for long doing good deeds; Results are bad from total of bad parts; To fire goes bad grain and harmful weeds. Though potable is water made from brine, God fills with water rivers fresh to drink; A country can’t progress with vice and wine; Sane minds and hearts can only good thoughts ink. More evil’s born from evil every day; The good, one does in truth alone will stay.