Poetry In Motion

Darkened night
Of no moonlight
Silence took my cries
As I weep facing my fears 
Mortality is for the tomb
My curse is from the womb
Man of flesh shall die
But the soul eterne shall not lie
In comfort of illusions
And flatteries of religions
The life that is immortal
Shall make us one with the eternal
The sun rising from the east
Shall lead us to that glorious feast
Where man's sin shall die
And all his tied knots,  untie