The world
hides its imperfections
among its beauties.
Within the sinews of the lion
lays entangled steaming red
gluttony.
Along the fibers of leaves
are strung delicate lies
hidden in plain sight.
Ballooning in angelic clouds above
lounges conceitedness, smugly
dispersed in fat drops of rain
In the fertile soil below,
guilt and shame burrow themselves,
popping up to trip and foil.
And among the stars, sin lurks
cunningly within the black sky,
striving to blot out heaven.
It is no wonder society seeks corruption
over correction.
It is merely reflecting
how our world was made.
Alex's Blog 