Amoral Now

I am hard with obsession

Hardened with hatred at what I’m denied.

And yet it grows

A tower above me, yet from me;

And yet it grows and I feed on its fruit.

They dance with beauty

In front of my mind

Dangling temptation, sin and other wares

Like accidental, cheap salesmen;

I wish to buy, buy, buy.

There is no God

No moral purity

In the city of desire, where I dwell;

I sin to not sin

By not sinning, I sin;

Forgive me.