Once fallen shall rise again,
to serve it's final purpose:
Protect and turn into dust,
in love--a guiding compass.
Darkness built on sacred place,
with taste of rotten apple.
Breed the nature of a beast
To live in secret chapel.
Now I know "lifey" depression but nevertheless,
No one will ever relieve me from torture,
For my soul suffers from grief and distress,
simply prone to bad luck and misfortune