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 moralty 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