To Give Your Soul
To give your money is to give your soul,
I have gold as shiny as the pencil of light.
One writes letters of height and breadth,
The calligraphy has a sound of the highness.
To forgive a man is to be ghosts and goblins,
He either thanks or disobeys, he steals or runs away.
Do not give your money to the devils and demons,
Keep with your family the hundred coins you earn
In a day, like the lion who beholds his plain of gold.
One reads the words of the scowling few, and you
Are mistaken by the thieves of late, who see signs
Too abhorrent that murder arrives on the scene.
Tonight, the criminals stare and look as they lie;
Inside the bitter soul, their glaring eyes fix their
Dishonesty like the orbs of some diamond-quality.
My soul is not in their hands, my body rots after death,
But these plain criminals shall destroy the eternal
Song sung by the honest, humble men of God.