It

It calls me
It beckons me
It bids me do Ill

Tho I may
Tell it no
It calls on me still

"It's not all that bad" it tells me
As it urges me on

"Just do it once more,
It's not all that wrong"

And though I may fight it
And I may protest,

It just keeps on nagging
It does not digress

It hides its plain evil
Behind layers of good

It conceals its secrets
Though in plain sight it's stood

It fogs up your mind
Blinds you to the truth

It may try to tempt all
The old and the youth

And now as I leave
And bid you adeu

I pray thee to think
What is "it" for you?