In weakness
wickedness does creep.

Grows claws from delicate nails
to maneuver violently
in vast darkness deep.

As vileness spreads
while virtue sleeps

Hearts blue are bled
until eyes blind
no longer weep.

And blood is fed
into common soil does seep
even as waterfalls
off mountaintops steep.

Since weakness breeds wickedness
in a garden overgrown with tangled weeds
centuries ago grown cold

A humane and loving
society.