Storm is over

The Universe begun with a Big Bang 

the hypocrites sell their souls for a big bag 

and utter solitude brings refuge from the doings of this vile world. 

Under the moonlight of the fourteenth night, 

fathers further their bloodline 

and gilded speech makes many remiss. 

Blending or Bending 

the choice is always ours 

though we face spiritual bankruptcy, 

We choose to bend and never break.