The Apples Do Not Fall Far from the Tree (sonnet)

The apples do not fall far from the tree.
From one generation to another,
If the trunk's rotten, so the fruit shall be,
From the father to every brother.
If anger and lies are all they have seen,
Then hatred and falsehood will still abound,
With manipulation squeezed in between,
And plenty of malice to go around.
The roots of evil run ever so deep,
The spirit of darkness controls their deeds.
Their words betray that their souls are asleep,
They cannot focus on another's needs.
One bad tree that led to four bad branches,
And each has had enough second chances.