The right felt side
The might held at heart
The wrongs of deeds to offer
Maybe once but not all
Then maybe once and forever
A game of choice
Upon choices; which form
In an odd, a flow of the patron in here, I lay low
For the wicked seams to pronounce, happen and perhaps utter
Such things as cold things wherein they take part at heart
Revised smote once been, now it's in the space, high and aloof
For what scenes to reach the hands with, and perhaps take
They say what is life, and they say and they say
I say life's no game
For the Eman rests in all hearts
To believe and withstand what's wrong
Those who disobey and infidel us or what be down there
Those who deny God's existence
An atheist are they with no direction at aim
Though, those who aim for the ultimate victory know who's there for they are purely good,
Such goodness you can't reckon
As I bet this Earth is lost in humans on it with their ideal loss
All of them since the beginning and till the end
For this is wise
For this is the right
Now, can you tell both the same, or different
Are they? Or are they all the same and indifferent
I'll end this with this saying
The ones who believed are in heaven
And the ones who infideled are in hell