Took I the heavy sack of my sin
And dragged it into the sea
Of salvation--watched it drowning
To the bed of grace and mercy.

Doth lead to dark doom,
when it is given room.

When your mind doesn't care
When nobody will listen
When you feel it in the air
And your heart will feel a glisten

To be free
From the stress of
Real life and it's tests
So dance your heart out
Be better than the rest

Birth is by two ways:
labour and lancet.
Nope,--three.

another sunset is upon us
it's the end of another day
you got through it everybody
so sweet dreams
as some would say

In this age of 3D Entertainment
and surround sound speakers;
of high definition and films extra features,
electronic mail and internet dating.

Where tectonics fail yet can be shown on
paper graphs and charts and diagram art.

These decades of speed and cynicism.
Where digits reign as idols flop
from pedestals and into bars.
Where your wildest dreams lie not
in your heart but in your favourite shop.

In this land of greed and want
and discord of the highest scale.

Is it peace and virtue that won
you the right to work from home;
eating breakfast in bed, worrying
only if jokes are stale?

Is it fine that your success
has led others to fail?

In this game of snakes and ladders
who populates the pit?

Those who were unfortunate
enough to be born into it.