There are none
No innocents here
Not a stone to throw
At lives made of glass
Narcissism is a rule
To lives known to one
Peace one cannot know
When others cannot be known
Feel the embers cool
On the ashes of the past
Fell the spark of fire
On the woods of the future
Know not of who we are
Or that of which we were
Find salvation in abyss
Finding salvation in altruism
Nothing more can be left
When cornerstones upturned
The spirit fled
When smog dimmed the light
The simple truth of death
Paled in comparison
To the lies of light
And information
Again these facts
Will find light of their own accord
To bleach the bones
In the sun of eternal truth
No mercy given
For good intentions
Paradox 