Moldy Tofu

Purity tarnished with sin,

Disguising itself as harmless

But consuming lies destroys you from within,

As it fuses with your morality,

Your faith weakens,

Nothing can stand on a compromised foundation,

Words are scrubbed from pages,

Empty pieces of paper,

As black ink drips from your hands,

Scripture is replaced,

By the wants of your ego,

If your soul was tofu,

Mold is forming on it,

Turning it into poison.