Life. Corruption of the mind

Ольга Гуро-Фролова
The family foundations were like a blanket of fallen leaves.
The one who was a father  became a husband.
Crippling souls and  clinging  to the living,
The era of  selfishness blossomed,changing dreams.

In bodily charms,having known revelation,
replacing  the heaviness  of thoughts,
With the lightness of a flaw,time  clung to the strings of excitement ,
Where  lust  sang songs for  the perverted ego,

Biting time ,it took the souls of babies.
Having become  an opponent  of mortal sin ,
Humanity  rushed  into eternity ,eventually losing its flow.
The coin that covered  sin and confused  nights with days.

Erasing  the honor of  others  under the guise of far-fetched  ways,
Turning  the sacred  into a business,
Putting the  'i' above the holy nature,
Playing  with the gene.

Having felt  the permissiveness of vice,
Having opened  other doors ,letting  progress  into thinking ,
Striving for the best  balance  of soul and body,
Where there was no place  for extremes to preserve what nature had given,

Forever distancing eternity  from being.
Heaven  was playing  the puppet of freedom ,
And Mother -Nature  was watching with interest  where freedom  would lead a person,
By sending  a prophet to him to change the gene.