Over the Masses Above the Gasses

Gullibly naively dumbfounded over generality, Undeniably stated amongst the general masses, There in lies promiscuity in propriety, Between all levels of the social classes, Unfortunately this is the distinct similarity, To which each bird will hum, At loss from our original integrity, We desire the untethered skirts and rum, In this midst there is the risk, From all societal standards, To be brisk in this bountiful frisk, For this society will ban herds, But atlas cornered in this flask, Is the unmistakably genuinely truthful covenant, Between a graciously compassionate deity to his cask, In which everlasting love is abundant, In the event we break this pretentious mask, Unraveling the bondage of our contempt, In this glory we could bask, But in this attempt we will be tempt, Traveling this road is truly hard, Disheartening at times but promising in signs, When goods turn to bads and to marred, We turn to whom created this immaculate design.