Whereupon "Life" exists, the "Plague of Death," follow;
Just as budding roses, wilts ev'ry tomorrow,
Flashing memories, doth ye despair'd eyes e'er see —
Whilst with the "Passage of Time," ashes thou will be.
Depriv'd of hope's light — Hadst thyself been suffering;
With "Darkness' Shackles," ne'er will thou loose free,
For thine existence, be eternally bearing,
Ye shall anguish in perpetuity.
Thy voided heart, embrace its luminosity,
As not once, hast thy spirit been very empty,
To ye all, heeding the "God of Death's" tempting call,
Let enter, thy sun's warmth and thy weakness shall fall.
— Shuma