We'Re All Good, Evil

We are all good Are made so We are all evil Tho’ we do not know, ‘Tis veiled fantasy Cloaked between soul and the skin For a self ignorant Chasing good and the sin, Against a triumph that defies us Denies us a tranquil breath And lingers upon the morose heads Like slothful beasts in a mournful wreath, Thriving for recognition In a lonesome longevity, We seek a survival Till we are laid to rest In some heath, Where the sighs go screaming Screams fade unheard, Flattened once, one after another; Every single plea mouldering away From a lip that shall not enquire, An exigency knowing no impunity Except for a soul that sought Amidst a burgeoning appetite Piety, in all the false life Proved mistaken to seek naught, But Plentitude!