The Heart Of Men

The heart of men
Is tested by the sneer of the wicked
The depth of thousands
Is established by the mouth of one
The redemption of souls
Is glorified by the maker of life

Though the thousand
Have broken the realm
Of the unseen
The doomsday has shaken
The tides of conflict

The concept of life
Is hidden  in the belly of the unknown
The faithlessness of men
Is washed by the blood of dreams


Yet no man dared to
Conflict with the spirit
 To fight the winless fight