Flesh's corruption

Romans 7:18 

¹⁸ For I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my flesh.

For I want to do the good, but I cannot do it.

A part of me but surely not all

Where did I meet you first? It seems I know you for some time

You are so familiar in your outdated fragmented action

Seldom you hunger and thirst for the inner-man that I am

It seems that you are singular just out for your satisfaction

You seem to be always with me but mostly deep in hiding

Still you drive my mind in the direction of your will

You cannot let me be as in your manipulate confiding

You show me to be very kind just your selfishness to fill

I will carry you with me until I’m in the grave

Will you still be preaching when you are 6’ under?

“To be or not to be”! Seems the only answer you crave

Always trying teaching to assign as just a number