A saint in hell

After all my trails

After all my pains
It is wrong to bake in hell
After all the break
Just to shed the tears
It is wrong to bake in hell
After all the strain
Just to prop up that rib
And read a smile
It is wrong to bake in hell
I made a shade
And pleaded for grace
Just to let them know
That there is a way
Why should i bake in hell?
My inner treasures
I took a peep at a sight
Set only for the bold
And got a reward
Solely placed on a triangle
I did a trip
Only meant for heroes
And got an adventure
Meant only for kings
I played a game
Solely reserved for masters
And got the reward
Meant only for the best
I bore the pains
Only meant for the strong
And took the praise
Got only at dawn
I prayed the prayer
Done only by saints
And got the reward
That comes only from God

My saviour
With the coming of the wind
I loosen my eyes
For them to take a feast
And with wings to my thoughts
They began to soar and rove
I begin to shudder
When i think of ebony
Squatting in distress and pain
All tears and tear
Seeing but whimpering
As her saviour walks past