Shall Apolize

There is no fun When you run Madly in love And simply believe That luck is unfavorable The god is out to create troubles Such irate thought takes over The holy and divine cover It shall happen if bond to take place Everybody will have to face The destined path is already decided Some un wanted things are added If I develop hatred And often turn dead I shall revert to prayers And seek peace with sincere offers Out of rage I may feel Some rage to reveal In derogatory manner I shall apologize and surrender