There exists a haven embedded beneath
the oracle of truth's thickened sheath.
It flows with sins and indulgences fair,
not begrudging a sinner in finding them there.
Resistance is futile, overzealousness fine
caging the instincts and learers if mine.
Yet the haven's dwelling is not far from nigh
ignoring the guilty contemptuous cry
of temptations searching an outworldly path
leading directly forward to Omnipotent wrath