Each Man's Cross

In the blistering cold out there a dive, seemingly harmless lure despite doubts of absolute blur leaving none for man to endure Reciprocating, unending this sick cycle of ignorance Deceptively everlasting this notion I concur, a nuisance Traces behind true act's despair leads to a road of perdition Into every whims and each stare fold to discord, absolution! If God speaks of pure blasphemy not in a sense from the obvious norms which forms a vile society all that burdens us, our own cross.