A NEW JUDGEMENT

IS THERE ANY PROMISE OF HEAVEN, IF I DON’T SIN?
OR OF HELL, IF I COMMIT CRIME
IT’S NOT THE PAIN TO BE SHAMELESS.
THE AFFLICTION IS NOT TO RESIGN FROM THE PAST,
BUT TO ACCEPT THE CONFLICTING PRESENT.
AS THE LOVE WRESTLES WITH HATRED OR
THE BLUE VEINS LIE TOGETHER WITH THE ARTERIES CRIMSON,
AMIDST THE DEBRIS, GRASS SPROUTS.
SLURPING THE PARTING KISS OF KINDNESS,
THAT TRANSFIXES THE MOTION OF CIRCULAR TIME.
HERE IN THE CAVERNS OF INFERNO, SCRIPTING THE PARABLE OF LOVE,
THESE WORDS CAN NOT BE MORE SERIOUS AND PROFOUND.
UNLESS YOU FEEL THE SAME PULSE, OF EMBRACE TREMULOUS.
GOD CAN NOT ALONE BE THE JUDGE
OF SIN AND CRIME,
CRIME BEGETS ANGER, SIN IS OF CLOUD NINE!