They’ve got control,
Over who I am,
They can suck the soul,
Out of any man,
Shallow instincts,
Guide their hands,
Their minds a precinct,
Of evil sands,
Yet I stand serene,
After many scenes,
Yet I stand alive,
After many lies,
The voice of reason,
Spawns to shine,
Upon the poison,
Long past to find,
Afterlife begins,
As my soul rebirths,
Forgiving sins,
Recalled as girth…
Luc Laverdure