In sacred realms where life is esteemed,
The art of humanity serene,
We delve into depths of immortal dreams,
And find truth in the sacred scene.

The value of experience divine,
The mosaic of existence intertwined,
We learn from the sacred flame that burns,
And find solace in the art of humankind.

But arrogance, a venomous curse,
Leads to a different destiny perverse,
A world where a baby's cry does sound,
A call for a mother, lost and drowned.

Captured by hands of rapacious greed,
Lust has entrapped, her soul taken heed.
Lies, sweet but hollow, nourish the babe,
Leaving truth and love to fade.

False love abounds, obscuring...