In Present
Oh! Serpent, the mind is in your coil
Where brimstone forever boil
And the soul toil with ceaseless thoughts
Whispering to ear the unlimited ways
To gain my mundane goal by hook or crook.
I am a wretched being who lost faith
In God and so in himself,
To whom this earth is no beauty
By just a barren heath.
Oh! This is hell where the angels
Headlong fell to eternal doom.
Here they all shout and cry
All the day, making this a place
Of chaos of tumult of pain excess.
I am restless to run after the goals
To bring me appetite, coin and gold
And above all, I am hungry for the throne
Seated on the kingdom of fame.
These solid goals have bound my feet
To follow all those abstracts that
Leads a man to hope to peace
And to sublimation, to bliss.
I am in hell and hell is in me.
From here I can vividly see
The chain that goes to heaven
And salvation of mankind.
This chain is a mysterious way
To walk on it is a lifelong labour
Of devotion, of self restriction,
A sacrifice of all my possessions
For humans, the deities of humanity.
Cast away all these dark vile obsession
For hell to heaven is your destination.

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