The Manunggul Jar

To the depths of the unknown
The scorching fires roar
Consecrated life was eternally sown
Piercing chilling darkness it once bore.

Across the river of life
The sacrosanct shall pass
Absconding his heart and strife
Complaining of how empty his mass

Beyond the grave, he pleads for love
Such despicable and loathsome wish
To march hell bleeding for love
A wonder, does love not vanish?