Ancestral symbols shown through bloodlines,
Yet blind to see the clear heaven-sent signs.
The unlimited sweet taste of guilty pleasures,
Leads to recording deeds on scales to measure.

Stop hiding behind a people-pleasing mask,
Focus on what's true, the right goals and tasks.
Those slippery slopes are worth the climb,
In the end, we are truly running out of time.

Be stronger than these superficial lying ties,
You need to become your own ride or die.
Choose to tame the familiar aches and fires,
Don't succumb to this man-made hardwire.

Reality will strike, the inevitable end is coming,
Nature will follow, accepting a Holy summoning.
Soon waiting for humanity's true downfall,
Finally illusions shatter by The Creator's call.

What is the risk and cost of our dirty sins?
Will we again destroy the fate of our kin?
Constantly struggling in a good and evil gamble,
For a crumbling world is seen to be in shambles.

© Fanaa