The Days

Life's a blessing to the blessed
And a curse to those cursed
To those in between
It's still a test
Oh the wicked air
Of vice
Disturbs that righteous mind
Still remembering it's tests
While those in steady bliss
Remain undiscerned
And undisturbed
In the grandeur of our lust
We don't stumble when we should
As the grandeur
Is not in the individual
But in the civilization as a whole
I feel the lust
But it does no duty
To me
Seek not an image of yourself
For you are the image of god
Aspiring to this
Be still my mind
Abandon all vice
Or the days
Will leave you empty