The bells ringing
On a bright Sunday morning
The choir singing
Melodious tunes that kept faith burning

All these I no longer know
Since my faith deserted me
Leaving nothing but cold and ill to show
I am not what I used to be

I long for those days
Where I clinged to my Bible
Where I followed the good ways
Before debauchery took my title

By night, wails of regret and agony
Cover me like weeping frocks
And I remember the irony
Of how irony works

That I will bid this world farewell
When the trumpets sound the ending boom
Come high heaven or fiery hell
My fever, I pray leads me not to doom.

© Omega O.