As the dimness in clarity fence in,
Abysmal profound groan of peace loom,
Soul’s toss brings to an unexpected screech,
Bowed down to God with tide and waves of tears.
Soul’s way ground in real golden light home,
Healing the aches of past life widen;
Golden version uttered giving courage,
Directions showered to shield the spirit.
Treasure of happiness gripped the honor,
Foundation firm in the tree of heaven;
Evil shaken of its lengthy being,
Canopy of power busted the crash.
End hit with the remembrance of Supreme,
Liberty from misery, birth of vim.
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