You shall not fear the ontogeny
as it is the spare latchstring to our troth.
And of pious veneration worthy
devoted to a deity it has grown.
The fear shall not take away your boon
or move you away from the will of your God.
By the end of these words, you shall dread not
fully for ages between birth and death.
The minds of this floor are dying on the run
and the tears could not stop falling from all panes.
Actually, what have you seen from the thrones above?
Aren’t you dishing the dirt slaughtering your soul?
Didn’t you say you came to serve
for your soul and forefathers in the blood?
Spurting from the imperatives does not defame
and will never make you a man but a shame.