Tongue of fire

What destiny seeks is a grave, a narrow place 
To sleep a final sleeping. 
Unwise is what you boast for, a winning race 
Or an obese bank account. 
Tell what gives you pride, O foolish human life 
What makes you happy under a tightened knife?

The advocates with death inside their pockets 
Do come five times a day. 
You know, knows your ring and your wife's locket 
That what approaches is death. 
 Tell, O my fellow, how you dare provide death 
A smirk with no confirmation of next breath?

You live in illusion, feed illusion to your soul 
When you forget the words. 
You can't sleep in your castle; awaken, you growl  
Sleep blesses the truth.
Narrate, my poor friend, why you betrayed the God
Why missed what is to be done and what not?

You hear voices, Nine fathom deep; they call you Liar 
'You are a liar! You are a liar!' - says the tongue of fire!