The real world gets to the most imaginative of people,
Turns them into puppets mastered by the dimensions of falsification.
I, as one among those people often wonder,
How can we as noble beings allow such fornication?
Is it not wrong to be controlled by the sins of foul greed?
Was it taught to us that it is alright to let go of our creed?
Maybe this cold night rests on the shoulders of the earth weeping for those sins of ours,
We have given into the darkness of life and forgotten the purity of death.
God sees us all in grief as we spend our days in search of a few extra hours,
It shall do us no good if those hours are a symphony of wasted breath.