WORLD IS A JAIL

World is a jail, full of slaves

With every slave always flayed

Now is the time to kibosh the flay

For all worries are to sway

Hell is no horror for the frayed

Fight to succumb for heavens calms

Freedom is the chant here

Where one is always made afraid

The heart sings every day

For us to fight away

Fight for death is the price

For the price also has pride

Spice and pride both to face

As only hatred met them a face

Wrath of sinners on top of them

For us now to go on them

Tables turned by among

For now the bird is rid of ties

Flying over the seven skies 

By God’s help on our side