Babel Falls Short

Everyone dances in the Masquerade --

Gross darkness

Veiled behind supple flesh and hidden motives.

Philanthropic dreams corrupted by our sinful egos,

Like some rampant cancer.

We’re all terminal, just can’t accept it.

No one’s good by nature.

Subtle disguises, secret pleasures, choice sins.

Shake hands with Dr. Jeckyl ,

But no one can meet Mr. Hyde.

We’re so cynical.

Hypocrites have us all fooled.

Hard to see the light of grace living in flawed saints.

We trivialize our own guilt and

Turn away from our fallen brothers.

No one wants to see the face of evil

Peeking from behind their neighbor’s mask;

A handsome smile flashing razor teeth,

Tongue dripping deceitful charm.

We’re loathe to admit the truth --

The cannibal beast still prowls the Ivory Tower of Babel, and

Man cannot escape to the heavens.

He fell short long ago, yet struggles on in vain,

Hopelessly defiant,

Scrambling for the stars,

Building with brittle bricks

Crumbling beneath the weight of wicked hearts.