Don't barter your lifetime on faith,
there are no equal exchanges or promises.
Don't gamble that'll you ever see again your
mother, father, family, and little dog after death.
Life’s a living gamble and every day is another day in
purgatorial wasteland, gray isn't close to black and black
is far away from gray but in between is the living
Hell, the pell-mell of suffering and the laurel of
unforgiveness collars monism, for time’s transient as
snowbrowth upon a basking rooftop. Take care of all
that you’ve loved, hold dear to those terminal memories,
for the sheen of wonder soon elides from your conscience,
snarling curses and cunning manifestations now exile this
wretched fate, for my life’s ijazah worth, is but dust upon
Proverbs, seldom spoken their magical spells, only darkness
enters my hollow heart, the only light that vacates was the memory
of my dog, yet, tucked away, far away from this hostile misery
is my degraded faith, I'll never be swayed by myths or promises
of immortality, such foolishness in pretending, such sedentary
gambles, for nothing, rises beyond death but the living people
who huddled around your grave.
