The Desolation Of Sorrow

I have desecrated this temple

How it brings such sorrow

It dampens my hope

For a better tomorrow

On time that is burrowed

How I wallow in tribulation

Where is my salvation

I’m filled with aspiration

Wanting only divination

I’m given only devastation

Living with no expectations

Enjoying your speculations

While wishing for vindication

I feel so violated

Where is my compensation

Don’t want your domination

I control the sensation

Save your deprivation

Displaying demonstration

Refusing stagnation

Showing confirmation

Of restoration

The proclamation

Of preservation

Preparing for visitation

Then we will have clarification

No cheap imitation

I’ve extended the invitation

When you end the damnation

There will be a new revelation

Then will begin

The desolation of sorrow

Variety

I am variety

I’ll use psychology

I know biology

No this is not an eulogy

Love in variety

No I don’t need notoriety

This takes top priority

There is love in variety

No need for anxiety

Following propriety

Honesty is the best policy

Save the tyranny

Love in variety

This is the reality

Love has seniority

That overcomes obscurity

No need for insecurity

Save the vulgarity

Thanks for the charity

I live by clarity

Your asperity help mold me

There is no irregularity

No not a rarity

Love in variety

That is our society

How is that for sobriety

Defying gravity

No need for travesty

Not full of vanity

Save the profanity

Oh the humanity

Stop the insanity

When will they see

There is love in variety