I live for something
my grace was not grunting
Now I found that thing

heaven and hell are short cut to Earth
then we humans rampart
death bring fear
what would life bring

Treasure's and pleasures
treacherous but not victorious
Glorious gift are upon thee
A deep pit beyond

A servant is confidential
that why our service is so crucial
visually this life is potentially
A great fight maybe suicide
Consequential facts are hidden.
© The poem boy, BARRISTER J MONEY