Wages Of Sin Is Death!

My legs are broken, My heart is choken,

For the guilt of my every sin,

To the fetching life that never awaken,

To the glamour of my child's face,

I left all to sin's maze.

Being conceit and foolishly happy,

With the sinful water, I sail in it,

Feelings fall on me amiably but,

Hostile nature bind the thread and cut,

In the charming leaf on my life!

Death of humanity done umpteen,

Becoming the embodiment of misery,

In the world whose bad prayings,

killed me without any sayings

Will I ever go to hell?

I was unknown to the beating of my heart,

For a leafy tree or a tree in autumn?

For a childish smile or an old's tears?

Will anyone tell who I was?

Just a man or a sinner in disguise?

Perhaps God forget my loans,

Forgive to the sinner overcoming his wages,

Nothing like this occur in the sins,

I will pray for ages and ages,

But today God exists no, only birds in cages.