Good Food, Good Friends

Slowly the years have added to my girth;
I haven't gained it all in recent times.
Once I was a youth who proudly bore his weight,
But to those cleaner lines I've added by these crimes:

Indulging in a curiosity the Devil surely made,
My mind was warped and now excludes all discipline.
Corrupted by licenseous gathering of Satan's stock in trade,
I've little save the outward evidence of crime.

Studying the scriptures, then, I sought to set things right.
I came to know the purpose which my being might have born.
I also came to see a way that scripture could be made to blight.
Now Satan had instilled in me corruption making hipes forlorn.

So back I stood from any thought of living a goodly life.
I ate and drank and soon I found sin would use me still.
To one as I've become to him the lord of Hell sends strife;
His minions all unknown imitate me, immortal souls to kill.