sinners and saints
in the world we paint
behind our own biases
rationalizing all we see

an eye for an eye
while we choose to stay blind
never asking why
we **** everyone we find

what should be quiet contemplations
in search of the being
become arms and ammunition
circulating the venom you're hearing.

when do we recognize
the cosmic sin
instead of justifying
using human spin?

one life over
another you say
really makes you wonder
the comic reality at play

midsummer night
a dream turned awaken
still fast asleep
to what we've partaken

with bodies not yet buried
the sword stays within
death soon ends dying
but truth always wins.