There’s nothing i haven’t sin.

In indigo times, colours could express
A mix in water and beauty would cheat
These things i have seen nonetheless
Are potholes tarred on the street.

Unless we impress and proudly oppress
Conceit couldn’t be complete
The Decalogue for which we richly bless
Is same sacrifice in which we cheat

The things i have seen i’d like to express
Only as loud as can be discreet.

Leonell