I believe

That the meek will prevail

I believe

That goodness will avail

But I fear

That truth will be stolen

To be warped in man’s image

That iniquity will be chosen

Nothing is relative

There must be an outline

Virtue is imperative

But from that does the future align?

By earth’s laws we abide

By divinity’s we stray

I fear it will be magnified

That the truth will decay

Some say love is like such

And others color hope in muck

Nothing is relative

But relative isn’t nothing