I've been walking this same road,
Never had a moment to feel some proud.
I have no problem in saying that loud,
Joe, You can no more control this shroud,'
'It was the wrong King you ever bowed, for the past Six years'

'Huh, I've not heard of any other King,
and never kissed any of those 'Saints'' ring.
It was Jesus on whom I relied to bring,
a bit of peace of mind when I'm not winning.'
'Ei, It never ringed in the ears of your king, for the past Six years'

'Hm, That's why you're stuck in this road,
and it seems like you have not at all grown.
It was you the one who, fell for that crone,
buried the lord once you smelled her cologne.'
'Joe, It was my King who wept all this time, for the past Six years'

'Now It's time you get out of that road,
All you need to do is to seek for 'the God',
give him that confession you owed.
Ask 'the spirit' to guide you to decode,
all the words of the God, veiled from you for the past Six years'