Oh, Grace, where are you?
Swallowed by iniquity,
trampled by pride.

For favour hangs in the balance.
Mission and vision delayed.
Happiness and Serenity obstructed.
Making me a mindless fool,
with a pool of regrets,
that I thought to have won.

Hope you have destroyed,
becoming the following shadow.
Faith, you have shaken,
dimming the light given from above.
Freedom, you have stolen,
turning one into a perpetual slave.

Doom you have created,
pulling down mighty men.
Confusion, you introduce,
stabbing and taking root.
Placing a firm hold with mouths to defend, 
thereby controlling the mind.

Conscience, you have crushed,
making one think you bestow Kingship.
Yet, clothes with filth,
covered in dirt and buried pits.
To the early grave, it leads,
becoming a murder of spiritual gifts.

The aura you changed,
channelling negativity,
making sense of direction unclear.

You are the downfall of many,
not sparing both young and old,
holy or the unrighteous.

To conquer, one needs a constant watch,
the grace and the power from above,
built on dedication and discipline.