I Went to tell your Story I went home to tell your story It was well received. I had to alter some truths That would have drawn some groans And jeopardised your sculpture Being elevated in the town square. But rest assured, The population is dull to cynicism Over-indulgent and nihilistic And my lies were therefore an easy sell. Life is a delicate balance of good and evil And you’re liable to die If you lean too far on either side. This rule applies to those who Still see hope up close; Like looking In a bathroom mirror. For us, death warmed to us In sweet embrace Lowering us further into the ground. Where sounds of laugher Are worn down by fear.