The things that we hide
expertly inscribed on our inside.
Mid afternoon in my life
wed to the dawning of strive.
Toxic love, tainted heart
piety and purity begins too depart.
Getting our sunshine on an I V drip
coming down from an unholy trip.
Prisoner to a cage fashioned of flesh
in a world which is a spiritual creche.
As we have become quietly numb
to poisons of an iron age succumb.