As I lose my soul in a song, yet again
In the lyrical verses of Death, I start my bargain
Death, The Eternal Watcher, ***** in my being
Through the endless pitch black night, that voided me, from seeing
The light that all my prayers I offered went straight to
My soul now drenched in the moist from the grisly beats and tempos
From the void, I stride, I yield, I unsheathed
The power of my Deed-Blade, to prove I was worthy
To face off with the Devil, who yielded no mercy
As the Devil threw his summons of sulphurous fire
A baneful blow to his head, knocked him out in his lair of mire
O, Death, as I stand before the Devil’s cadaver
Sing to me the verses of Eternity’s Master
May He bless my soul that lived for a transient time
May it find the path of virtue as it fought out of intrepidness, not of bravado
May my soul finally see the light
The light of God that would bring me in spiritual ecstasy, with this, I have truly won the fight
This is for our Afro - Asian Literature class. It's 9:29 PM
