Untitled - Poem (Inspired by Mathi's Poem)

As the echo fades into diminishing memories
Faintly I remember that I forget
The days and months and years and eons
The dying souls of destined abyss
The hopes that do not live
The sins that are not damned
Mistakes and redemptions are hanging
In a loosened veneered faith of old and tainted tree
Cling on to it as long as you can
As the fall into the depths of our mind
Is a cursed catharsis
"Ignorance is bliss" as someone said
Is in tradition, culture and crime
But the tree of misery will fall to its burden
And the curse will have its day of listening
For conscience has its life in roots and fruits
Let the day of judgment begin within
For better and worst to see the truth.