He was impressed with his shadow as it rose in the light

But he thought twice feeling insecure about his sight

What was seen by his pride was against the act of being

So he asked forgiveness for feeling high esteemed in his scenes

Of prostration… forgiveness for falling prey to the temptation

Of thinking he was worthy of some praise cause he prays

But the praise is only for The One to whom he prays

And only God knows who’s on the path and who’s astray

And the position and the path on the final day

Realizing death has yet to step through the gates

Barriers been penetrated so deceased is the state

As death departs and the angels have souls set to take

The sure reality’s reached and from that no escape

No coup or secret rendevous of which one can partake

Refuge is in the possession of Whom decides your fate

Pray that Mercy is bestowed to save souls from being abased