In your metal castle

Stains of rust defiling once immaculate    
metal just like your soul is corroded.    
Abstaining from sin has briefly stopped    
the flow of evil inside these tainted walls.    
Evil, that almost has substance like black    
tar is slowly invading your hidden fortress.    
Seeping in through cracks in the walls    
with every one of your wicked thoughts.    
Wicknedness that takes shape and form    
assaults the solitude of your secret life.    
"One day, I won't be able to keep the    
monsters away. I will be like one of them,"    
you ponder as you fervently pray.