To the midlife crisis,
Ode to the dark side.
Sometimes it's tough to understand
Where it is leading,
There is a tunnel I see,
Pitch black is that underway.
Ashes of death are below my feat.
Burning human pride and greed
I see angel's real faces.
Horrified indeed
The earth was the only hell
Heaven is now unachievable
You can try any human creed
Furnaces of sins burns the soul.
Solace is a myth,
captivated goodness now find themselves astray and not whole.