The corruption of worldly living,
On this campus that we live in,
Falsehoods in large measures thriving,
A haven for demons to thrive in;

Where religion has failed,
For those who practise such,
The lack of it has helped much,
On angels wings to safety sailed;

The mystery can never be unravelled,
Though open for everyone to marvel,
Opaque even in the clearest marble,
Blind to the widest travelled;

The kingdom is for the childlike truly,
The little ones unspolled by immorality,
Unaware of the smallest bit of hypocrisy,
Certainly not for the decadent and unruly;

Where several lost precious lives,
A child's in ways most baffling lives,
Wherefore the soul that sins dies,
Away from nether gloom, alive the innocent lives.