Yeah - happens! Boo. Thanks for the (literal) vote of confidence!

Macbeth

Macbeth reveals the evil of the will
Infected by the vilest, bloody sin;
We hear iambic stutters as a shell
But all the blood of hist'ry is within.

The strength of man becomes the entry point
For wretchedness of every shape and kind;
He holds his office well but does anoint
Himself with frenzied knife and jagged mind.

From him we now must learn to stand against
The roaming, raging spirits of cold blood
Which seem inside of petty sins well-fenced,
But once indulged become a flagrant flood.

The littlest of lust becomes a door,
And dabbling leads to evil at the core.