The Simple Truth is Faith

 A soul is tainted within the darkness of a sinning hatred unknown to this world and in place of this moral where are the scaffolds? What is the point of this reenactment? Why would he be up so late, pacing in a mind racing symphony? Why is it a boy sleeps with an immature feeling of security, but a man awake, lies with blades on his sides, within, a never knowing ever changing muse, whose politics, indeed are worth more then her secrets, but why then does the muse whisper in the man's ear? Why? Why does she keep him aware of the bounty of high punishment, high treason? No reason? I think not.  The man will always be awake, saved, always ready. For somewhere of her whispers, he can still hear her secrets, for the freedom of sleep is too much of a responsibility for the man, but yet the boy sleeps? Why does he sleep? While the muse does her duties, and must the man stay wake never sleeping, always listening for the secrets? The simple truth is faith, trust, perceive we must.