In this world of filth
Which stains and sticks of sin
And many hopes of men
Seem murdered in their sleep
Only to wake up in this cold grief
To see their journey of life
Nothing but a hell of a dream
Will he make it through their destiny’s streams?
Steadfast questions echoing but
threatening no answers
Stranded in the whilwind
Life is but restless swing
Is redemption wethin reach?
Unleach this many souls from suffering their anguish
Fate is another seductive witch
Will her latest victims ever be free?
If they are locked up this belief
That its only chosen few that should succeed
And others proceed to bleed
In their sorrows lasting for fruitness morrows
Till their elergy are sang by a sympathesing
sparrow
Pleading with the creators
For a another life at least to borrow.
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