FATALITY – POEM BY SISTER CANDYAPPLE

There is no sound more dear to me
When facing distress and agony
Than that of sweet silence; the peace it brings
Like the thud of hitting the earth as if it’s clipped off the wings
That very moment, materialistic values is irrelevant
Everything you’ve ever strove to achieve was only to your own detriment
It’s when you realise nothing matters except for what’s beckoning you
By then you’re too out of it to rewind, as a feeble attempt to undo
Cause you’re at the brink of your death and the veil has come off
While the devil has grasped on to your weak soul hard enough
Whispering words of pleasure that you indulged in
Finalising your deeds of shameless sin
Oh, you’re too weak to utter any good
The shahada’s not coming to your lips as it should
You hear yourself stutter the songs you blasted through your earphones
As fatality takes over, your sinful soul dreadfully moans…