Journey to the centre of darkness

The way is full of darkness; Let’s have some walk,
People are clinging their beds; Let’s have some talk,
Sure, the path is pure dark and little rocky; why not you learn the way to
balance,
The darkness of moon might scare the adult you; why not you hold my hand
for the perfect stance,
Aligheiri’s journey was full of risen souls; but Virgil was there to light the path
Men are doing chores and women are sleeping; There are no anymore Sylvia
Plath
There are no other privileges than your steel guts; Belief and conscience are
the toys to play
The road is trodden with shedding days; Preachers will preach and men will
stay
Don’t beg upon deity that your problems are endless; Distort the problems
and tell my deity’s blessings are endless
Still you’re walkin’ the road, why do you persist; Still stumbling, holding a
torch, Is your journey meaningless
Oppositors will oppose and protestors will prey,
See how the Sun is dark and stars’ stretching the day
Priests are sending demons and demons are playing the plot,
They’ll rip your chest and let your reds clot
Why are you still being persist,
Hitting the road; beast consist
Lit the torches, see who’re pursuing you,
Oh lord! My head made no clue
The Oppositors are thy beloved mates The protestors are foes,
Priests are your bloods and the demons are your close
Run the beginning; Run the end
You’re rising, don’t let the hope bend,
Your life is turning but this isn’t the End.