Constant

The only constant, is the sin of man.

Without realizing it, we kill everything in our path.

Trees, animals, people alike.

We need the feeling of constant sin.

We have to get the high we feel,

When other people cry in pain, we smirk and laugh along.

We listen to the cries for help, but still, we ignore and go on.

The times get worst as the day goes on, by noon people all are in peril.

We watch the clock turn and turn, on a constant spin of time.

Not thinking about the consequences of hurting other's minds.

There is no time, only space and existence, throughout our lives.

The only constant we know will be there, is the sin of man.