A Cheap Thing

My love is cheap.
No gauntlet of trials
No mysterious maze
No blood sacrifice

An honest smile
A unique style
A glimpse of self
Will suffice

A cheap thing
My love
So many can afford
The modest price

The cheaper it gets
The closer to freedom
Like all the best things
In life

Of The People

Effortlessly does the holy man
Meet the sinner in the chapel
Temple, mosque
Religious den

O the veracity
The holy one
Who meets the sinner
In the land of sin

Treasureless

We delve deeply into darkness
Far from where we truly dwell
We scour the blackest pits
We comb the fires of hell

We mine our very flesh
And gaze into the eyes of pain
For a drop of moisture
In the dry, arrid planes

We delve into darkness
Where there is no sight
In our desperate search
For what only lives in light