Errant morality: our minds breathe free,
Subsist on death and enmity.
An outbreak of our humanness,
To betray the most and live for less.
Still we go, and still subsist,
On plights of simple “brokenness”.
Forgive us not, the sins we’ve made,
For no sin exists to dig our grave.
We dig ourselves in myth and hope,
A repetitive, imaginative, human trope.