A unified, universal perversity,
Where social morality echoes through the
Empty chasm of mortal existence.
What fills it is that perversity;
The one we shun and denounce,
But which is closest to our tarnished souls.
Desire, lust, greed, fear, impatience, betrayal,
All which the religious is quickest to admonish.
Yet, the halo is often a social accessory
That is quick to come off in the confines of solitude;
Is it not easy to forget He/She is there.
O peversity that cankers.
Who to blame for it? The Fall?
Cannot be us, can it?
I want to banish it,
Yet it is I who willingly latches it onto my existence.
It hurts greatly trying to remove its tenticles.
Uncle T
