Crumbling through these stairs
My wishes are perplexed
by these indifferent flairs
Laying in distress
Wrong is right and
right is wrong in these affairs
Morally blunt
Toddlers are vile and wild
for lack in affectionate touches
Spiritually blind
Narrow paths are a way of life
but charisma for a season is a choice, even now
Crumbling through this mud
My vices are succumbing to these plights
March madness
Sorcery without discreet
Sailing in despair
My docks are lured by their taunts
And so life weaves in this fashion
Right is built on wrong
Wrong is disguised as a way of life
Systems of this world
pay homage to evil ways
And they are loyal to craven images