Sonnet

The chariot of fire is on the motion;
We traverse to a place called home;
Thousands wallow in a solitary foam;
Multitudes are lost in the bottom of the ocean;
The messiah has indeed come and gone;
Hearts have embraced slumber;
The chariot home is still on,
But few prefer life to slumber.
Evil play the song of death,
Suddenly,souls are dancing;
What can be done to regain mirth?
If not for love,who is worth saving?
The end is truly near,
In the paradise of the righteous,will you be found there?