Walking through the roughness on earth,

Making lashes to create sinuosity out of a potential Gift,

Do I kill them all? That resembles to the Devil’s blueprint,

Or, I can just make friends to move up for the short-run,

Then, fire be lit for it for its advise,

Stones on my flesh, Steaming me up for deception,

Here I come struggling to see the light for eternal peace, 

Monster within me will not experience defeat at fluffy cost,

So hell with it the Devil’s disguised plan as Angelic,

I don’t need for em’ to be an Advocate, 

Creating my own awakening when on gloomy day, 

Let the moon rise and the sun drown, 

Risen is the light on the West-Side too early, 

Be my testimony for today as the final day of life, 

Send me home to the Heaven you promised me God, 

…else the world is already leading the way to Hell. 

The End of Day Choices Or, Good Deeds to scale?