Controlled masses myriads of millions
Must live in fragile partitioned pavilions...

Doing the wrong thing for the right reason
Seems to be paradoxical treason...

First and foremost sinners must receive
To believe in the Love that will relieve...

Our Beloved
He called me once with a heavy heart...

Both the mind and the heart
Are never far apart...

Flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone
What do you want that you do not own...

Do you want to make love?
Or do you want to make war...

Running from the sun. Running from the rain.
Running from the truth. Running from the pain...

The sin of the serpent speaking to deceive
Destroying the innocence of Adam and Eve...

We are the poets, yet we are just people
We don't preach sermons under a steeple...

It has nothing to do with It, they say
What do they know about It anyway...

Rarely am I possessed by raging wrath
If possible I prefer a more passive path...