attracted to darkness and the underground of crime     where the thugs make
play and the prostitutes prey     where killers love blood and laundered funds

standing in the quicksand of filth and strife     smelling of ordure Jesus sets
to save     many are rats in the sewers of life  

dwelling in the bowels of indiscretion     in the hell of the righteous never
sinned     they sink into mire attempting to swim

clinging to to the cross while tossing dice     darkness inhabits the channels of
minds      while hearts hold visions of a freer day

clawing for escape and picnicking on the edge     they claim their loss and
bungling search     their desire to upend their collapsible dream