The path stubbornly complies to extend,
Only upon Fate’s will;it consents to bend.
The Lord has plans:Help He shalt lend.
This firm belief I have:’n’ such is the trend.
With nothing to grope on;for Hope,in the dark;
O Soul cease not;an angel’s guiding light comes:Hark
Silhouettes Subtly coax you;deceiving.
Ah!-Sins:Thou to Hell they’re leading.
Moulds of Evil you’re joyously residing
Verily they shall be thy coffins; final dwelling.
Alack!It is us;cheating self unto Eternal Slumber
Blinded by nebulous desires; Ah!we surrender