It`s Sunday!Yes,Sunday`re glorious;
A sweet mirth!Stripped off adversaries and earth.
He dashes now in haste cuing time then goes
Clading white sparkling of steadfast faith.
The pious upright and docile suffer,
Fast`ning the fast of the horrid belt compulsory;
Yet the well with cunning motives prosper,
Darkness feeds them in batter of moral decay.
Where`s the reverence once exhibited on his sight?
And crook`d acquaintances six feet underground:
Accounting for their amiss in hell,yeah serves them right.
What is life devoid off care even in your own blood?
Ominous twilight heralds an undeserved nemesis;
The repose linger dwindling bringing woeful lamentations.
Solitude alone in a candle-lit room battling the injustices
Myriad to count;shunting drowsy the whole and weary eyes.
