Understanding But Being Understood

The essence of this world So un-pure and un-thoughtful Sweetened by hatred Soured by death Meager to keep its unholy value There is no need to ask why or how come For it will not tell you the answer you seel If it does it will show your hidden lies As action cannot be taken An weeping has no purpose The attention of one limited to the smallest detail Realizing you common regrets Your lingering desire Not of lust But the unknown Freedom, justice only found in the deepest Crevice of this world