Crime & Punishment There is no lie within us in substance No crime or sinner, no lusts No one is mindless or dim-witted No one sins or is wicked without a cause No one does this without a pause to think Or reflect, as flawed and intimately dejected Though they may be, intrinsically neglected Like a leper's baby, lecherous or crazy There's a reason for their every action & it breeds their reactions For one to be righteous & spite the ones that strike them There's wickedness within them Like vikings pillaging kingdoms In every diligent soul there's a lonely sinner For every yoni there's a lingam Piercing it fiercely like Singan Or caressing it with affection Blessing it with attention Who are we to sever The Blessed from the Desolate We're all children of the next Exodus Killers & messengers Villains & excellent pilgrims Your message is healing But it's yet to be revealed to most, I wish I could yield a toast to your testament But until the wretched need no shield or cloak Steel will poke through flesh In hopeless gestures From those that fester this system With their messages of fiction Professed to listeners As blessed wisdom As long as they continue to run it They will continue to punish Indiscriminately of the circumstances They will hurt us with cancerous purpose Like banters from Churches' leaders Who serve the elitists Yet purport to feed us & nurture us like a foetus Till we've completed our growth & they've converted our seeds Into fiendish dopes Yet I believe in the Hope you've seeded I can see it glow