Should we whisper to the future of our sins of the past?

When our days drag on in a muck coated contrast.

Do we soldier on with this dreadful awareness?

We could blunder around, yet, isn't it aimless?

We could mull with this burdening truss on our backs.

Or, wrestle and maul until our facades crack.

We could pledge our deeds with honor in perpetuity.

Rise up from our sins and view the world and its beauty.

Let...