Immaculate Misconception of the World's Last Lie

Ignorance, It allows us to fly and while we touch the stars and pollute the sky, Indifference's caress holds us high. The kiss-a flame that takes the wax off our wings Arrogance grates morality. It chips, falling like snow from the soul. Religion holds, A glue meant to mend A sword, a crutch, a shield. We mold instead of heal, use words as blades and sugar-coat the lies, killing people like flies. We soar, a constant high. Welcome to mankind's low.