Wages of sin?
Silence is my fantasy
A rages rainbow, to thence
A place for liberty, a peace for many...

****** mores
The pleasing said
The pleasant at form
Pious to a fault, I lead:

A promise of heaven
Through the eyes of hell
Clever as sake, I imagine an earthen
Smile, worth a quiet stare, a swallow's bell...

Awe and savior faire...
Lucre in a finer love
The opus we devote, is your stare
And if I am not mistaken, a misery's us...

The might of a they
When suppose, is superiority
Am I a world, for a simple may?
Come for themselves, is our liberty a wiser curiosity?