Deeply engraved in each person
The morality and the perversions
Religion teaches peace
But we kill to force conversion
Because there’s no love potion
That forces the heart to love devotion
Devour to survive
Could it be any other way
To serve our soul?
The poor man sows
And the rich man reaps
As we saunter desultorily
Into the thorny peregrination
Of our shapeless dreams
What are we but souls magnetic?
Are we but a vessel majestic?
Were we made to love, linger and sink?
All in a bid to serve the soul?
