Intentions

Short poem

Good intentions,
Yeah they're so sweet,
Innocent as they want to be.
Paving the way,
for satan's treaty,
all for the hurt and needy.
They sneak in close,
to warm the heart,
till all goodness does depart.
Little white lies here and there,
better tell a big one.
Oh, the heart you'll spare.
One more knot in his snare.
Give it all it's got,
hurry cover up that spot.
Busy paving a road,
oblivious to its end.
More knots to mend.
Almost finished,
looking up reveals,
a road built,
to satan's heels.