The War

Murky is my past, 

Cantankerous is present. 

Licentious is my body, 

And

Indignant is my soul. 

But

The war is on, 

The war is on;

I know, 

One day, 

I will be vanquished, 

My lascivious body 

Will be vanquished 

And 

Assassinated. 

Yes, 

My soul 

Will be triumphant 

And

Holding 

The flag of goodness, 

I will be ushered 

To a new world.