Epitome of Truth

Bizarre fate, take the leap now
The same weary Friday, ain't no fun at all
Wrinkly old cheeks, sometimes a mellow song
Gone with the tides is the pride like my boogie hat
Remember them in prayers, and all their complains! 
A masquerade of saint, above the queasy flesh of sins

Watch my limbs freeze in the cold fiery winter
Bleakness in my eyes, but would you like to ask!?

Snails lingering on the walls and the sticky old jars
Playing hide and seek with my shadow in the day
Swirling it's arms with the soft music rhymes
Of the deplorable prayer in a lousy kids voice. 
Groping in the dark and all this in my head
Mumbling these words to His grace
And I think!.