Cross Will Poem by Krishanth Sella

waked up in night, judging myself through the broken mirror,
to deliver the msg from the ideal,
tat am leading my way to the ruined castle,
may be its sat-urns wish or cross will for my faiths re-birth on him.
no god gained his divine until he un-dresses him,
suicide is key to the glory, devil says tat he passed me frm hell to earth, coz am a betrayer of cross,
am just an vital men in devils dress designed to be his successor, instead I played mine own part, while my actions causes them trouble's,
so he dares to tak me back, both lord n demons are truely friendly in nature,
no one loves to live in dis nature coz it aint beautiful, we just gt adopt to it