Quagmire

“Fathomless faith gets divine blessings to rise from the entrapping evil marsh” – Quote by Poet

On squalid quicksand you walked obsessed and weary,
gripped by the demons of sin as vicious as they could be,
sank in the destined depth of abhorrent abyss of bane,
wrapped within the despicable layers of livid disdain.

The lancet of immorality lacerated the ethical essence,
you had long tried in vain to protect within sane sense. 
The grave for the soul slain by the stab of sordid sin,
you had dug contrite in the ground of anguish within.

As divine awareness ignited the candle of hope in you,
you perceived revived the conscience got kindled anew,
and lighted up the dark alley of introspection inherent,
you reached the self-illumined horizon of discernment.

With your being cleansed of the depraved turpitude slime
by the allusion of self-absorbed sense of sagacity prime,
at the lit fringe of life you see the shadow of the time still
when you were entrapped within the quagmire of evil.

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