M&M's

 Morals and Mortality -- Men trying to be like gods; 

as Yosei of the Morningstar, they ascend to fall to their knees.

Wounded in the pride and spirit, not been delivered from tripods...

Frozen by too much Real, the play eats away the heads and nods. 

Gnawing away the tails, to loose your toss of life's decrees; 

Humans wanting to play gods, while being dogs and swine who flee. 

What is your fate in this world, to be your honorable name at odds!

Morals and Mottality -- immortalising the statues of our virtuous desire; 

wanting to be the Hero, who lost the footing with its roots floating in the sky.

Who dares, to enter the Holy of Holies, without reverence and mire? 

Admire the life you had, before marriage, while you bring honour, good sire!

All mortals are like virgins waiting to be wed, knowing nothing about Man, try 

as they might, awestruck without hands and head in front of the Arc gone by...

Do you have, what it takes to stand watch in the Torii, for your sworn duty's ire!!

Morals and Mortality -- to be One with Nothing, to become the letter from the lord; 

you fade out, while He fades par excellence -- the gate of no gate -- non-forcing, 

what holy can ever be. Know your nothing, and make the space in your chimney discord! 

You are the sacrred space, which makes the holy ground possible -- the Temple of Yore. 

Superior Virtue, has no intent of emerge to present itself - above all actors rehersing; 

The Tao, what shall not be named, you don't know thyself to be there -- still cursing!!

True richness of Life, to be without anything, still rejoyce; have abundance, without tore.