Poetry Catharsis

Citizens Of Sin

Water hath flown,

Fire hath blown,

People hath grown,

Into a state of the unknown.

Girls who fear Men,

Men who fear Girls,

Where then will be in ecstasy,

Foolishly in a prophecy.

But truth doth not show,

But lies doth not glow,

Universe of who to bow,

Determined by when and how.

There is no faith,

There is no law,

Sun does not fawn,

Moon does not yawn.

Till the breath and air,

Till the hands and hair,

Shake not the unworthy past,

Shake not the unholy lust.

But the origins of Men.