You will turn criminal

You will turn criminal Disregard for man, woman and animals No more fear of God, May make other people blind by putting hot rod We are such thankless creature We want to make everything sure No sympathy whatsoever for fellow brethren Only occupied with own concern Only cruel weapon God has That worry is always seen on face Death deters person from doing evil He knows result is on anvil He has to give complete account When pressure mounts Not here but in another world Where it is entirely different fold Initially you are wrongly drawn So long it is not made known When everything is before you crystal clear You develop little worry and fear We are hundred percent sure and know Any time life can be in danger and go No means to stop that disaster As some one else is the master You may feel great for time being As you might have ascended as kind The whole world may seem to be in your grip But you won’t know when it may go out of your hand or slip