Their gossip is a debauched addiction

Aided by an imagination, so absurd

The borders amid actuality and fiction

Whizzes away, swift as an agile bird

They are uncaring for inflictions caused

Or for the aftermath of tears and turmoil

For crowds have now, suddenly paused

Their dull life has now excitement to boil

No regret for the chaos of the life they eye

For they earnestly believe their allegory

And hence their theories shall never die

The belief of all, a much desired victory

But then they forget the god who surely exists

No matter what the atheists preach every day

Shy perhaps then, might be their soul’s gist

When sprite justice decides to visit their way.