The human's woe

A poem for my dead friends. Hooah, Army.

Soother and sweet, the human’s woes:

    Forever fearful of what he never knows,

        blindly walks through a garden, the Devil sows.

Soother and sweet, the Human’s cries:

    Mortal is anguished by vile lies,

        In pleasure, watch as the devil sighs.

Soother and sweet, the human dies:

    Never to offer his final good byes,

        From God’s glory, the human shies.