Chase Into The Dark

Inspite of bright lights Man runs and runs In the darkness Without knowing The beginning And his final access The dark fearful clouds Like the shrouds Covered his holy soul Heading him towards The sinful hellish hole His soul The part of the Almighty Has become dirty By the dust of Hate dusty dunes And the torturing evils Hum death tunes To lead his soul to ruins The temptations Around him Are all sinuous drills That make agonizing holes Into the God gifted souls The souls which are not Our property But a sincere duty A pious treasure Given by the Lord To keep for some time We have to return it back To our Father But we never bother Ourselves To preserve its dignity And honour The more dirt we put On our innocent soul The more repentance We have to make For the sake of its purity So let’s start now The sooner, the better To avoid hellish fire