The Forest I Live In

You see, this forest I live in, I'm surrounded by flowers but not green; by water, off spring from vows exchanged with Time, yet I'm lured to adultery with a shilling. But hey! Heaven is to the highest bidder and time isn't faithful either. In this forest I dwell in, the angels appear to be on break, the devils rob sins for daily breads so their victims become saints much to the believer's envy but God does not forsake. This forest I live in Has plenty to be portrayed but not all can be said.