Analysis of Soused

When lovers play the villains
And make the earth their hell
Flooding with gushing rivers
Every pilgrims trail
They gambol with irreverence
Like roulette fully loaded
Wearing down the very soul
Until it is eroded
“Bad is the world
and all will come to naught”*
When such ill dealings
Must be seen in thought
So this motley pair
Two rivers of odd ilk
Clean their bloody knives
On heirloom jasmine silk
Disgraced they'll turn away
Only to return as water does
Guaranteed to fall to the Earth
It so forcefully loves
And gambits marshal awesome things
Terrible in truth
Sousing all the greater things
We gained in days of youth