Is humanity a mere equation
And solace a lost revelation
Are fruitflies passing over
And through your bitter sanity
Like ripples in a dank and sorry
Impure, cold humanity
Shall systems pour out paradigms
Like mercury mixed with sparkling wines
A heart defined by heavy weather
So twisted, cut, and bruised
Like leather
The tears fall in polyrhythm
With no love for the unforgiven
And no one knows the better