Evil Dead

Words of some known, Divine One says,

“Triumphant is The Good One, always”

Convinced, was I, no sooner had I felt,

Baffled, lest confused, instead confessed:

How the things go wrong, in the shadow of faith,

When a young man boasts, his undeserving success;

“Valour, strength, courage”, his keys to goal

Mind me, if you ever, words are often fowl!

Leaders born to rule, not to shower distress;

Instead often shudder, their legal ordains,

He, who is guilty, do always survive,

Ignorant, on mercy, do always rely!

Laughs, he, with more power, the monetary game;

Just by pen no mighty, where’s the bloody fame?

Potholes of this gutter, showering all around

Drops of litter no less, with venom, you spellbound!

Words, if they deceive, are treacherous nimble arms,

Wounds far deeper than some, untrusting, lovely charm:

He who, in this hell, does some worldly deeds,

Cries of woes of blame, can’t sustain his mere needs!

Therefore, I conclude, “Oh Lord, beg you a wish!”,

Make this hell a soother, a calmer place, if you please:

Men and no animals, do we want to be;

Father, no more farther, from You we wish to be!!!