Mowing profits on the fields of greed

calculations in outwitting the weak

getting ahead for self-centered need

impatiently planning in egotistic heat

Cultivating multifold vice and misdeed

excusing it as most common, practical feed

forgetting finality, height of charitable deed

hazardous injustice and severity into the soul seep

Two-faced, double-tongued habitually ingrained

day by day expanding as offensive to look at stain

perfidious, double-dealing constantly wheeling

surges of guilt viewed only as an irritating feeling

Misdeed?! Under the rug sweep!

Lies after lies filling the well deep!

Are they safely covered?

Will they be discovered?

Lull the soul to sleep...

In iniquitous slime

In vain, trying to bliss leap!

"What's unfitting with exertion for me?"

Foolishness! End the prattle!

The means matter!

The aims matter!

Each intent matters!

The Final End

Supremely matters...

The final sentence,

The Thunderous Voice announces

Wickedness, self-love forever denounces

The final sentence is...

"Hell"

"All efforts wasted by thee,"

"Nothing was done - out of love - for ME"...