Untaught verses

We grow in this realm,
Interwined with the divine,
And the devil with shine;
Both conjugate and whine.

We are taught the virtues,
To fight with a bitter vice;
Yet secretly we feel nice,
While the later becomes wise.

The knowledge flows across,
From you to me to them to us,
More to show less to focus;
Indeed the other half is villanous.

And so the story will continue,
As if its never gonna end;
They fight to mend,
Yet complement as friend.