Deadly Sin letter “E”

By: Harjay Felosopo

When In contest of the royals where new kings were enthrone,

I go straight be done by my instinct’s lore,
Where men’s lips were silenced by the trumpet’s horn,
I all alone somber by defeat’s gore.

My mind go astray when laurels give by the kings,

Where I scorned my state abjected by some things,
Eternal coldness abides my heart in solitude,
Ablaze by fire but it just loft the fortitude.

I’m like a king toppled in his lofty place,

beweep by grudges and gashes my internal heirs,
Vexes lurked and attacked me as I walked,
Cursed my fate be done by evil and envy’s yoke.

In my heart, a palace of ruins built for so long,

Hoping I could fix it though storms impede his chaotic throng,
Tons of thorny burdens behold by my weary heart,
Wishing for God’s grace to give hope for my soul apart