The Foothold!

Let your worries be gone, we gonna soot hit the dawn.

The heat gained momentum and peaked its prime, 
found it hard, to strive for resistance & dime. 
Took to the odds with a pinch of salt and lime, 
reiterating, it was just a matter of time.

The soul cried foul, alleging a crime, 
as I caved in to the terrestrial slime, 
Seeking redemption, I bowed to the shrine, 
to be comforted and called, You are mine.