In the darkness of my life
Where I stood alone,
Was I dead or alive
None bothered to know.
When I was weathered and de-shined
None offered me a row,
To cross the seas of gloom
To reach the port of glow
This world lives in a disguise,
You need to know
They’re all dead evils
With a muscular heart-to show…
Spirits caught in statues of errors,
They stand on the plinths of sins
The live for self and vile for others
They kill- whether foes or kins...
They fulfill their temptations
They enjoy others’ woes
They’re iniquitous, though they don’t show
But now, I avow
This world lives in a disguise,
All need to know,
They’re all dead evils
With a muscular heart to show...
