Don’t Turn Around

Rushing to meet with fate

Losing against destiny and desire.

Forming alliances with those in need

Yet unwilling to put out the fire.

Nearer, we are to the end

We learn that anger beat a path for us.

Wandering still in aimless circles

Unable to put up much of a fuss.

 

Don’t turn around, dear child,

They’ll swear it is none but God.

You’ll lose yourself in infamy

Then get beaten with the rod.

They’ll claim you are not worthy

Until you finish all these deeds

The problem with purgatory

Is that always, always needs.