The world is not a line,                                                                                                                                of words sweet 'n bright;It is but a face of woe;Of cruel slander and twisted lies.  On every step are blackened leaves,And 'tis to be a blight;That has halted every river in every nation,From flowing to its destined might. This world has counties two,One Fire - the other Ice;And thee art to enjoy twain,from letters time to time. This path has choices two,One darkness - the other light;As for the steep and hike,Art equal unlike the final sight. This coin has faces two, One head - the other tail;It has painted tail with head,Distant yet very akin. Lost is the meaning of,life, respect, frame , kind;Pain, love, help and men,long ages-decades-centuries w'hence. Had there not been a mask, On each smile and all frown;It shall be clear and crystal, The two streams; The two seas. Two seas of humans live,two streams of karma white;Yet not a drop of humanity,inside th'infinite whirl of hate. Generational be this eutopia if passes-The world has but faces two;two seas, two streams, two paths,Too cloudy to be clear, too clear to be far. Two remain the voices,screaming in every head;Envy, wrath, greed, lust, fear,Understood only by the dead. Two remain the choices, To live by form and shape;To understand the open maze,To render the strangled ways. Loud and clear be I- The world has but faces two,And gluttony, love, greed, judge;jealousy, lust, and physical life,In a dark and pitless drop lie. O' the Sea salty, of lie and frame;That's all that remain today,All that remains today.