My soul to heaven

My Soul To Heaven

The snake led efforts to hide behind the bush,

The strange shadow chased to grasp it,

To find the way for pestilence intoning;

Whatever fortunes favour all the way through.

As if one on earth to  protect all around,

The death confirmed the invasion for so long,

The snake went into the bark of the tree,

For shades, food and drink to assuage grace,

From the woodland ahead, inside the trees and herbs,

For switching g the difficulties to outdo the sparks.

 My soul moves to heaven where the sinless trap lies,

Like dreary rock salt, like snakes and  perils,

As if it has a shower of rain into the clouds to evaporate,

Dreary to create human blocks hereinafter.

Thorns of streaky wood in the streams of the ocean,

For never bending down like tigers bumping off.

Being driven and clowning underneath icy waters,

Men, women and children floating in the crafts,

Saying words of heaven and dark as if dying in lairs.

Ceaseless dreams, where to park along the way,

To diminish pelf and poverty strain to gain the strength,

Forever achieving gallant touchwood of death alone.