The Cyanide Sacrifice

God said the answer is within The children's crying dreams Misaligned, devil's details In their lies of ability "to" In their imperfecton hue In their wayward sayings In justification's hanging In their wayward criss-cross Cadence that sings cries, lie The blackened heart sins The good heart trapped within As if, good, bad are perception, no That was a clever rhyme for time Everything in this desired alibi It's either right or wrong, strong In the ancient singing song You have no choice but to do Until our punishment is through: "To love," believe in air. As if that could care, oh, careless.