The Mortal Myth

The man maligning
The Mars aligning
The death keeps smiling

The mortal myth still surviving
The soul is signing
The self declining

The inner core is crying
The elf flying
The deep decline

Of the man malign
The sorrow lying
In Thy Deep Drive

Of course, ye  malign
No hope igniting
Thou can be  unidentifying

But still surviving
The gods crying
If ye are dying
Then who can save the half of mine

No hope remains
No self complains
Just hollow humanity remains

With critical, cruel and callous call
No fear, no care just selfish talk

Only this remains
Without plight
The hollow man survives.