the self centered ways

On the road of fire

It doesn't want you to escape

It wants to draw a line

“This is mine!”

You can go on detour

Try every nook and corner

By the time you reach the road

The fire will stand by it

You have no choice

The retreat the best way

It is no use confront the fire

It will swallow you alive!

“The road is mine

You have to turn back”

You hear the cry

Of the confusing sheep

The angels laugh

At the antics display

Nobody can enter paradise

With self centered ways