The coming tomorrow to be sin-cleansed;
A customary ritual by the lurking river near,
The conviction is weak and dares not to creed
Yet content to be devoured by the cold an` wither.
Now,the firmaments cloud the bleak sky;
Affirmative to the deprecatory thoughts in me,
Gracious Faith like s song played in melody
Moves only those who listens and want not more.
The mythical snake!gluttonous to sin-bearers;
Shall I have courage and lead myself to death?
My sinful soul to repent far above the skies
And cease bodily form for ants to cherish.
The whineful tomorrow in atonement,
My soul revived -my sense free of dust.
