"Rocks and Sinners"

death comes not to the sinners,
but to the wanderers who stray,
from the paths and realm of reason,
to the shallow depths of true pain.
 
being an ill seed in the garden of Eden,
began long before time, before rain.
noncompliance is a tool of the wicked,
under which we are all born and trained.
 
to say there are owners of purity is obscene.
the truths tell you, bloody and fat upon their plate.
to walk in the shadow of the valley of death,
you need only look as far as your labored hate.
 
hope is the meal that keeps on giving, slanted, 
tasty, sharp like a razor but filling like a rock.
the world will be ready for answers,
when we're all poisoned by coverage from Iraq.