CONDEMNED
He looked inside his heart and found no love.
A gaze into his soul revealed no peace,
He glimpsed within to find out who he was.
‘Till by death’s angel will he be set free.
A fitting end for he who’s claimed by hell,
There is no crying, no regrets are found,
A troubled spirit, cursing as he fell,
Just darkness born of evil that abounds.
A life is shaped by what one has perceived
The lack of scruples is an empty cave
Life’s worth is judged by what one has achieved
Love’s absence digs a man a barren grave
Fortunate is he who is blessed to live,
Wealthy’s the one who has more love to give.
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