Pecksniffian

The ground was hoed in such irate
Like an earthquake, it then began to wobble
In the thoroughly puzzled state
The folks then began to straddle
To reach that balance
To bleach that hate
To blend the variance
To keep that cape
But this is all we yearn for
The yearning that was never done for
For often what we live for
Isn't really what we breathe for
Answer me now, why so bias?
Answer me now, why all this chaos?
Enlighten me now, this promised 'us'
Make clear to me now, this egocentric thrust
Or should I craft my law, enfold you in thread
For this antagonism has been sowing threat
At dusk, as I lay down, it was perfectly written
But at dawn, the sonata seems completely different
Surprised, I was not
Surprised, I am not
For it is a necessity
To necessitate a spurious harmony
For the lies, we have faith in
Is the time that we invest in
So say the charlatan preacher
Whose convictions are sinking deeper

-PRK-