Conscience in motion
My neighbour's land...
From a genuine story to a mere tell
Whispered within the walls of a mighty empire
Set to never fail.
At his home I set fire
Melting stones and bricks...
To his despair,
To my anguish.
From near slop he watches
Diabolical blazes of my sin, while
His eyes have me immensely strong, but equally wrong.
My neighbour, deceived by fate embraces the devil
Replaces man's virtues for fairy Virgens...
While we have no shame
My neighbour, with no face remains.