depravity

apathy our banner and pleasure our god, the things of this world belong to this world and none other.

why should one worry about that which one cannot see?

faith for the blind, love for the frail, but our hearts are content in themselves.

we glory in our lustful conquests, gluttonize on our possessions, and we titillate every desire;

for the only consequence we shall face is the lament that we did not have more time to revel.

who could have pity on such a wretched people?

who could satisfy this inexhaustible appetite?

 

finite stares into infinite and proclaims, inequitable!

the measure of our justice is in the unit of subjectivity.

we bow to the creation of our mind, an invention in our likeness.

we are kings in our hearts, but our empire is death.

our ears are hard and our hearts are closed.

we bathe with our filthy rags soaked in blood, so that we may be clean.

who could have pity on such a wretched people?

who could pardon a damned soul that has declared itself innocent?

 

our strength is spent, all day we toil for a wage that binds us.

the law is relentless, a slave master whose whip never ceases.

the war breaks out, but this battle is not fought in trenches.

the things we want to do we cannot, for sin has pervaded every fiber of our mind.

kicking and flailing with all our brawn, we drown in this sea of failure.

every breath gasps for freedom as water fills our lungs, but our yoke is hard and our burden is onerous.

who could have pity on such a wretched people?

who could pay this debt that has no end?