Gullible innocents believe too much in deceit
Punishment for crime has been no receipt
The Age of Man could horribly repeat
Honestly, truth faces resounding defeat
Whose god is ours in untimely hours?
Fiction takes fact like the sky takes stars
The body of space is filled with this lace
The theatre of earth washed in disgrace
Your torso was taken to a forbidden place
The waters that defaced vulnerability’s face
Can we admire fire without feeling tired?
To what sunlight are we wired?
The air is silent in the hands of the creator
The brine made wine by Man’s wicked nature
Does he realise he is the omnipresent traitor?
Does he realise he is more ruthless than an alligator?
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