We live in this place this world
This age it's time, wherein ebbs as flows
Rights and wrongs, are poured sometimes pounded
Into our eyes; far too expanse be they to itemize...
These twisted lies or perhaps, anothers disguise ?
Sin, is a multi-coloured hat worn amid ironics
Assembling dance and sway; Love, is the only thing
Beyound all things, that I know to be pure as absolutely true.