This bed is cold.
My soul is sold
to the self-righteous God of old.
"Let go of desire!
Encourage conceit!"
This funeral pyre
breeds utter defeat.

Yet breathe if they tell you,
Smile if they sell you,
Acknowledge their failure
and final deceit.
Wrong is their answer;
'right' is no more
than festering cancer
we chose to ignore.

And now, when derision
is lifting its veil
you waive your decision
and your right to fail.
Acknowledge desire,
Accept your defeat;
Rekindle the fire,
yet choose to submit...