Highway to Heaven

She lifted lid of cooking pot,

While coals lit under were burning hot.

Thus her fingers bear a red mark,

An emblem of pain quite dark.

Her wrinkled hands with lesser strength,

And yet stretching arguments to a huge length.

Confusing her in circles and pretending,

She has switched sides, they are lamenting.

Ripping her entire robe with sharp talk,

Her every gesture and move they mock.

Playing upon tunes of grunge,

In pool of filth headlong they plunge.

Her every action constantly criticized,

Bruising her soul she is severely traumatized.

Yet your excuses to have a soft corner,

For the one who is her soul trampler.

Just like a pillow of feather

Ripped open, so she a slayer

Of her loved ones unity,

Preaching against each other with negativity.

Previously creating rifts between spouse and her,

And now seed of evil her ripper cast

Still she is fighting to hold her relations fast.

But you emerging from her flesh and bones

Talking in such negative under tones

You have gone astray too deep in woods.

Putting at stake all your goods.

As defiantly they stood,

On personal motives brood.

Ripping her soul bit by bit,

It may not lead to a clean chit

Are we able to meet our lord

With such grave crimes cold

Let go of our pride,

As we stand by her side.