Tartaraforming

Pull up the drain stopper, clear the traps,
But nothing, no matter how hard you try,
Can ever really get stainless again.

I wear armour to keep my stains under wraps,
For they keep in mind the choices that I
Wish would wash away, but can't be undone.

Men know they are fettered with fatal chain,
And rage, despite this same fate binds the sun;
None escape the tongue of time's constant laps.

All are rushed to futures they did not choose;
We prefer power, freedom to abuse
It, and immunity from consequence.

Whenever God offers absolution
Exchanged for deserting sin, we refuse,
Then complain about the inconvenience
Caused by a superabundance of rain.

Since Eden was a cornucopia,
Satan's horns went unnoticed completely;
While paradise was lost over forty
Nights at sea, He worked out dystopia.