$inking.

The mind is still

and the thunders shrill ;

 light is playing hide and seek

and the bemoaning are loud and shriek;

the wailing cries and the yelling sounds

A cataclysm taking over the mind all around;

The walls suddenly rising higher and the land sinking down

And a dark abyss is engulfing the virtues to lay a hypocritical crown;

Dissolving every bit of righteousness in the nerves;

Forcing the wretched into the unethical curves.