Not that one tries

In restlessness
discontent
listlessness
And overload

Even if
We shy
All beings
The mighty
dependent
as an subservient

Not that
one tries
It others
right
To make

The terrible
And fear
belongs to
essence of
nature

The dark one
Messenger of the
Soul
Us with it
The passage
All misery
Of all hardship

The purification
In the mind
happens
by the
endure
of pain
And hopelessness

To endure this
In the
Hellfire
persist
until the
Own way
Is illuminated