Clutching onto the wings of life,
His grasp is surely in the reach,
Reminding thus far his strife;
And breathing in retrid peace.

An arrow shot through the heart,
Holding his hand in silent unity,
Crying out the pain, what a lie;
he no longer breathes immunity.

Authors wail in distant slain,
Committing his act as a sin,
Though they don't know his hardships;
As the sky's breathe rain.

A transgression befell upon thee,
And the wicked tears flow,
Understanding his mindset;
So now they know.