Crux

Beneath the eyes of the pagan lords,
Universe reposes with a dubious mind.
Fawns cringes the labyrinths of dark,
and sycophancy reigns the twilight,

With every existence, an incisive mind is born
conceiving the froth of his earlier fugitive pace.
Some tries to purge their minds with time,
While some disparage their wounded souls.

But every hour pall
enshrouds the motifs of life.
some midgets finds the grave,
others cremate their dwarfed lives.

Every being endows back the basic elements,
Still the apparition cannot mortify his deeds.
Every mutilated
hymns with lorn eyes
deliverance from mankind,
redeeming their immortal being in futile.
but only thing he assays again,
is the redemption of his embalmed life.