You may deny

               Deny the sunshine's life-giving rays,

               when their torrid touch is healing

               your face, morning wakes up newborn days

               by nutritious purity feeling,

               yes, you may deny the breathing life,

               as if it would be just a lie, when

               your lungs fulfill Nature's will, survive

               by an elusive wispy present,

               deny our celestial emotion

               flowing across your abandoned veins,

               in vain, God never asks permission

               for giving His love, reaping His gains.

                         Maybe demonic lies' phantoms fight,

                         but the sacred Truth will never die.