Could we ever hope to become wise, with flaws leading our paths?
Do we perceive we are compliant, in these dreams of future wrath?
In a gray morality, why bother, hunger determines righteousness?
What do we deserve? Shouldn't we pay our costs, even slaughtered?
For what we do to each other and to our planet, needs divine justice
Payments now empty, but costs are lavished, if no hope on an altar
Let us stand as we might otherwise have fallen, no fear amongst us
For we must recognize our choices as having true consequences
Or a full weight of entropy will be poured out upon all legacies
