From The Lab

The Vortex of Sin

The vices of life, I cannot defend;
To lie, cheat, and steal is sewn in our genes.
A battle with conscience. One must contend.

Fighting the false need again and again,
Combined with cruelty in endless days,
The vices of life, I cannot defend.

A callused soul is the loneliest friend,
But a friend in need is a friend indeed.
A battle with conscience. One must contend.

Balance is needed, the good/evil blend,
Purity by itself is not a boon,
The vices of life, I cannot defend.

Walk carefully when the pathway descends,
A decline is easily hurried past.
A battle with conscience. One must contend.

The vortex of sin brings most a rough end,
With occasional swirls of brief pleasure.
The vices of life, I cannot defend;
A battle with conscience. One must contend.

From The Lab

Incomplete

Faded dreams and moments past,
Beyond the sinking sun,
Thoughts of future's gentle crash,
When the crest has just begun,
Envelop minds too soft to know,
Of roads too long and harsh,
Despite the timeless desperate show,
Go, weary soldier, march,
Strap up your boots to walk through hell,
Watch the sinners toss and turn,
Ignore that constant tolling bell,
Pay no mind to the burn,
Portray your truths as well as can,
I know it's a simple thing,
The world was ours to plot and plan,
As the designated king.
But petty men have petty goals,
It's in their nature to,
And no man may deny their role,
When building Xanadu,
Flow like the breeze of distant lands,
That carry 'cross the seas,
The bottled message of the man,
Whose trapped and long deceased,
For destiny's incomplete.