The atmosphere is dark
The street is foetid
In a long chain of expiation
The bandage falls
The cup of man is full
Judgment knocks his door
The seeds planted now matured
The law of sewing and reaping taken hold
There's a cold ripple of fear
The attraction of all that's alike
Every seed has its reward
The fear grips in the beyond
Sometimes lasting many incarnations
The drum beats ever closer and harder
Be it in the slum or in the peak of comfort
Man is laden with this thread of guilt
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In the face of death in the beyond
The soul of man is entangled in a web
Like in cuffs and fetters
He's shaken by fever spasms
And unable to free himself
The rot of man lies in his indolence
Many incarnations have been
And yet he's offered a another chance
And then again in the face of his cries
He pleads with the most high
Who is Loving and Fatherly
Another chance is given
He's become a true seeker
He's gone astray
But his volition brings him back
In the consciousness of his efforts
His inner strength behold him
And he gradually redeems self
The bold prints of truth on his palms
Read day and night
In conscious daylight experiencing
He learns from his surrounding
He develops spiritually
Thereby redeeming self
And one day not far
His belief becomes conviction
Liberation lies in redemption
And then his spiritual goal attained!!!
