Guilt

TRUTH
The Crown of thorns
On the king
Who’ll cry for him?
Good ends; false begins
It is the guilt of wealth

SCIENCE
‘Man has nothing,
The whole world begs
Before me, my grace
For everything
I’m such a superb guy’
Effort ends, power begins
It is the guilt of the machine

BEAUTY
The marble palace
Her chanting eyes
The passionate affair
Euphoria!
Wine sparkles, cheers!
Love ends; romance begins
It is the guilt of time

ME
The stoppage time
Last breath
Still eyes thirsty...
Not enough-O' -I’m young
Life ends; darkness begins
It is the guilt of birth